Sonja Davies. On a perfectly calm sea, in brilliant sunshine, her ashes were laid to rest at the deepest point of Wellington Harbour, and bread and roses were spread over the water.
Our lives shall not be sweated
From birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies
Give us bread but give us roses
Haere atu ki te po Sonja
Haere, haere, haere
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