I will not forget And even at my death Will speak your name aloud And with my final breath
Sing forth a note so clear The heavenly hosts shall hear, The sky without a cloud Reveals your image near.
Remembering when we met Even at my death, The scented flowers of earth Not sweeter than your breath.
I have counted out the days And marked the years that pass As lilies sang your praise, Lay long upon the grass
And dreamt of a world to be Recalled the lives I've led Throughout eternity, Then ate with tears my bread.
Knowing grief must go, Sorrow and biting pain, I shall will it so To be with you again.
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