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How regretful was I To see my dead body from the sky How regretful indeed Why, with utmost sorrow, did my spirit bleed In my early thirties was I still Life, had I lived it according to my will Yet, so many things were there for me to do So many things had been left unsaid I still had not published my works I still had so many things to write about I still had to say sorry, To remove from my enemy's face that pout I still had to make the world understand me That I was but a creature of humility That proud I never had been, even if I had not mingled often Even if I had always preferred to be alone I still had to say I love you To those who had wanted to be with me To those who had helped in shaping me To those, who, again, had never been able to understand me I still had so many opportunities left Yes, I had wanted to clear this world of its ill health I had wanted to make my voice heard As one with a vision, so unnerved I still had to buy that fashionable dress Even if it did cost more than what I did gain each month I still had to please myself For I did know that my life, as all the others, would last only a while I still had to forgive Those who did cause me to grieve Those made of blinded arrogance As to have caused me to choose, from them, another direction I still had to learn This world is so vast That it is not easy to master it Why, of its many secrets I had always wanted to be treated Joyful I became though, when I saw in front me, the gates of Heaven Thankful, for at least, while living, I never was mistaken I did choose to believe in my faith I did choose to bask not in that known as sin Looking back at my lifeless body I suddenly wished to be granted another chance Another chance in this mundane reality But then, the gates of Heaven did open And I simply let myself get overwhelmed by its glory Pray, have I always read in those books of faith That one should never regret the mundane For it was all false and illusory So I walked on in this beautiful city And forgot all about Earth Indeed, life shall now be different At last, Heaven was there for me to enjoy!
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