December
32 Decembers have passed and death awaits me sitting beyond
I want to tell you something...
I want you to pay close attention.
When I die I want you to
Don't cry to me, don't cry
When I die I want you to
Remember me with a smile
When I die I want you to
Don't cry to me, don't cry.
I don't want them to bury me
I'm not food for worms.
I just want to be cremated
And keep the ashes
For a good occasion.
When I die I want you to
Don't cry to me, don't cry
And the ashes throw them in the field
The sea and the city, the sea and the city.
Sing sing ????????for my death.
So you can remember me of a joyful
song for my death
Copyright © Arilene Ramos | Year Posted 2019
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