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When I die,
Wrap me up,
Tightly,
In the cloak of your arms. 
 
Burn my body,
With the passion,
From my soul.
 
Spread my ashes,
Amongst the stars,
And allow me to mix,
With the dust of the moon.
 
You were my world,
So let me,
Be your solar system. 
 
 
 

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