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Another taking refuge in the great
That loves me must stay...
Tell tales about me when I am gone...
Someone must stay to weep and morn,
To be thankful that I was born.
In spirit and deed...allow
Cry deeply, or moan deep like
Loved ones; Stay healthy,
Do not yet take eternal sleep.
Someone must write my eulogy
Or there'll be no one left to weep for me!