Don't weep for me,
my grieving friends for I have lived,
and now am free to go back home,
as fate intends.
I don't go poor,
to fearsome site since memories,
will comfort me in pleasant sleep,
through endless night.

. Don't think me lost,
for I am found and will in peace,
triumphant bask for I knew
where my soul was bound.
The Tax for Life,
I would defray by facing brave
each destined task
to glory on this hallowed day.

Don't harsh resent untimely call,
or brand my death as tragedy.
My life's been full,
I've treasured all my host of friends,
each battle won and precious love of family.
These gifts
I prize when life is done.

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