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Don’t bury me down,

Under the ground.

Left to rot in darkness.

Rather, burn my husk,

At morn or dusk.

That my soul may travel onwards.

 

Neither weep nor keen,

nor cry my name,

Least sorrow shroud my passing.

Rather raise a glass,

To times gone past,

In the Otherlands I’ll hear you laughing.

 

 

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