"Death: Here I lay to waste,"
My heart withering away,with my eyes open but I do not see.
My body is turning cold but I do not feel it.
My hearing is not so clear but still I hear them,
I hear it all. They say; "Alas, she's going to be with us no more."
This I hear for the first and last time.
My skin is withering away,there is nothing I can do about it.
As I turn cold, I wish to say to them;
"Do not seek me in the grave, I'm not there.
Do not seek me with the passing of the tides, I'm not there either.
For I'm long gone from this world, free to wander to the world far and beyond,to that which I can't be followed.
Do not mourn for me, I'm well pleased with where I am.
Do not be saddened either, but rejoice for I am free of all the burdens.
I am smiling down at you, just smile back."
_Ivy
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