Bury me deep in the earth's embrace,
Let my flesh and bones find their resting place,
Where willows weep and their branches sway,
And sprouts of life emerge, night and day.
In the soil's cradle, let my body lie,
Where secrets whisper and shadows sigh,
To nourish the earth, my final gift,
As nature's cycle begins to uplift.
Let the willow's roots, like...
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