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When I'm Dead

Inside my coffin,
Comb my hair,
And make my dress
An emerald green.

No music,
But for violins.
To harmonize
With birds that sing.

Scatter rose petals
To the wind.
So people aren't sad,
But happy instead.

For even though
My life has ended,
I'll still be smiling
When I'm dead.

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