Sleep now oh dying one
Your time has come to flee from this earth
Do you smell golden rays bursting sun?
Taste of pollen of a thousand blossoming roses?
Can you hear the chiming of the waterfalls in the distance?
The tinkling peal of every beam of colour in the rainbow?
Can you hear the angel of death calling your name?
If so, don't be afraid
It just means it is time to make tracks to your new home
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