why be afraid of death, my child?
please don't cry when I die.
have a party, a festival even!
dry those eyes and dance that heart out!
let this be the happiest moment of your life
Oh, do come visit my grave.
have a picnic and some wine and talk to me about your day,
I'll be there listening, I promise!
remember, 8 sharp!
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