When I die
I will ride
The wind
Climb all the
Cloud mountains
I watched float
By
In my youth
Sit next to
The shore where
Crashing waves
Create a new
Picture on the
Shore
With each strike
For these were
The dreams of
My youth
For in death
I believe
Our dreams
Come true
For we have
Been set free
From earth's harsh
Realities
As we take
Our first steps
Towards heaven
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