When I Do Not Live

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When my days come to an end

Lay my body in the stone cold Earth

Leave me with riches of past memoirs

And dig my grave on the fervent firth

Settle my bones in a casket

Made of the richest brand of wood

And send me away with the recall

By the windows where I stood

Depart with the memory of me

In the white cocoon of my nest

Sprinkle the ashes of my lover

Atop my concave chest

Bleed the tears that fill you

As you mourn by my expire

And reminisce my glory days

By tongues of the heavenly choir

I'll adjust to the underground

And rot on the river's berth

Do not live your life in vain

When I do not live on Earth

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