If I die
Bury me if you have some money
Cremate me if you have little
Donate my body to the docs
They may dissect it to see
What was in my heart no body loved
It will cost you nothing
But save many shattered hearts
But do not feed it to the birds
They will spread grief and sorrow
In this already wounded world
No love, no world.
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