When I close my eyes some day,
Don’t cry for the poor creature.
There’re things you can’t delay
And thoughts without any future...
Bring a wild flower to me
And warm me up with a light.
Don’t pray for me so sadly.
Please, let your prayers be bright.
Sometimes sit down close to me
To listen to wind or birds,
Recall my life like a story,
Let silence be the best words…
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