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When I pass I bid to you - that you keep
my wishes true, and when the lark beckons
me, all that I wish will soon be. Light my
body, make me ash, in the ground my be-
ing
stash. As the sun begins to fade,gath-
er all, goodbye ye bade. And when your eyes
beg for tear, part the soil plant them near.

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