First, you talk about what song you want played on your funeral.
So I heard how very unmelancholy it sounded, and how it just didn't seem to pay enough tribute.
Next, you talk of Death.
So I think of the prospect of having beloved people gone, snatched away, trapped in the relentless grips of the Grim Reaper.
Then, you continued talking about it.
So I think about my fears. And my heart fell.
Finally, you abruptly left.
So I felt pretty stumped.
Have a good rest, I'll get back at ya.
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