If I shall die before my own wake,
Dressed in everything but black
Curiously part take.
Watch the faces weep, weep.
Till the room
Is filled thousands of tears deep.
Till my coffins is lifted,
Without a hand,
Elegantly drifted.
Watch me cruise,
Further distant
Till I won’t hear the woos.
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