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Death Poem
i look forward to the day you'll come
and carry away my limp body
to where it can join the Earth again.
For me, it will be a day of rest -
the beginning of new existence,
but i am sad for you, my dear friend,
for it will be a day of no rest.
The work involved to spare me
shall be very long and hard,
and you'll have to beware
lest something should go wrong.
Still, look with happiness upon it -
there is to be no more sadness,
no pains or tears, and no bleeding.
Maybe, when we both return someday,
we can call each other up and say,
"Wasn’t our time together so great?
Maybe we can do it again now."
But now that day seems so far away,
and all we can do is wait;
but still, i yearn for the day you’ll come
to carry me back home again.
