In the event that I lose my soul
The occurrence of my demise
Peace my broken soul
The curtain closes on me
Faster than dewdrops I depart
I looked at it and it did smile
For I am destined to travel young
Though soon
Honourably and with dignity
I have accepted my fate
For to live is to die
Like an illusion
This breath I hold so dear
Is verily impermanent
And when it will speak bye
Shed the stains of sorrow
For i ascended into beauty
And beauty withers when it grows
Grief not my loved ones
Sing no sad songs
Plant no roses
Only be the light above me
For the hour is here
To return to the potter
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