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If i die before i wake I pray the waves my soul to take To the bottom of the deepest sea So i may feel as weightless as a butterfly in open sea Underneath and navigating the stars by moonlight As and so to the sun by daylight Searching for a new found shoal to join and call my own Jumping from wreck to wreck Passing lost titanic soul's like ship's in the night Blessed with the memory of a goldfish Rather better this than returned to ash or stuck rotting inside an coffin for eternity With only worms and a stone epitaph to keep one company Six feet under unlike a pyramid traversing to the afterlife Entombed with all the worldy treasures and pleasures One is bound to miss once death becomes and is the meaning of ones life from the here and now and foreseeable future Because love surely then must be surplus to requirements As it's the only thing that can't be bought or a price put on Because it has to be earned over a prolonged period of time