She lived a life of eleven years,

And her death gives all of us so many tears,

But she lives on in the arms of our Lord,

A hole in our hearts she bored,

She was as sweet as sugar,

And she warmed the hearts of vinegar,

I wish she was still with us in the dyes,

For we never got to say our goodbyes,

She lives on forever now,

Goodbye, sweet Tina,

You shall be missed…

Druid. The trees weep there sorrows and the birds sing their mournful songs.