When I Die
When I die, do not cry
Nor seek me from the gone memories
But escort me closer to the frontier
When I die, ground serves a purpose
For a seed dies to geminate
So, I perish and new soul is born
When I die, miss me not
For I have left to watch from far
Yes, I am gone to make space for another
When I die, let your tears rejoice
Question not what happens
And rest my body after the working hours
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