When I die
My heart will beat no more,
My eyes will close,
My blood will cease to flow.
My soul will leave
Its body and roam
From this shell of flesh
Which was once its home.
Upon flowing winds,
My soul will fly
Over mountains and hills,
Along the sapphire sky.
My soul and I,
We will be free
To course along in rapture,
Away from life and misery.
My soul and I,
We will be one
To career and soar
Across the sky,
On wings of bliss and ecstasy,
When I die.
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