You must remember my words
That when I will breathe my last
You must take me to the riverside
And keep me upon the pyre fast
You must burn my body after
In the west the daylight will die
The flame will rise from my pyre
And brighten up the cold night sky
My soul will travel beyond the
Realm where resides the fiery sun
To God who has been waiting for
Me since the moment I was born
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