Garden Of Love
A damp day
dark and bleak.
A crow sends a note
to the winter's sky,
for I am dead today.
See there the weeping few.
In their minds I am alive
and in their hearts I will forever be,
and everything I've done
is a part of the universe.
Do you think I've missed out by not being in paradise
when the living think of me so well?
And would you be disappointed not to live in a garden of spring,
or sad that the bad aren't in hell?
In you
I will live forever.
Take care of my soul
and my memory, for you are my heaven.
Do not cry,
for your friends will be your garden of love
for you,
when you die.
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