When life has taken everything from me,
When I no longer am to be,
Then I will rejoice in knowing I won,
Rejoicing in the things I haven't and have done.
When the sweet taste of honey fades,
When the peach tree no longer my life shades,
It is then that I will smile upon death,
Smiling up to my very last breath.
When the touch of a loved one is no more,
When I no longer have what I most adore,
Then life itself will remember my name,
Remember my will and my blazzing flame.
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