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Upon my death, I have a request
just one wish or two
Toss my body into my backyard
so I can soak in the dew

Plant seeds in my sockets
that will grow and change
into thick sunflower towers
for my love to arrange

Let the earth have my ten fingers
before they decompose
so I can lure the worms
into the crevices of my clothes.

Upon my death, I have a request,
just one wish or two
Give my body to the sun, the sky,
let it frolic to the moon.

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