'Diamonds are forever',
I suppose that saying's true.
But I don't know if I'd want to,
Make a diamond out of you.
They can make them from the ashes,
But if I do that with yours,
When I die, we won't fly,
Together then, of course.
So I just think I will keep you,
With me, until I'm gone.
Then our scattered ashes,
Together, will be blown.
Over hills, over dales,
Over land and sea.
Scattered all over the Earth,
Free Spirits we will be.
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