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When I Die, Don’t Bring Me Flowers

When I die, don’t bring me flowers. Don’t whisper that I will be missed, Don’t kneel, don’t pray for hours Don’t shed a tear –

I come to you at the eleventh hour ‘Cause you are my last resort. Ashamed ’cause I know that you have the most power Yet,

Heal my hurting heart, oh Lord Take my turmoil and turn it into triumph You gave me life, so fill it with joy I am

May night, pernicious night A dim eclipse. Chernobyl ash is in the air. No soul around. The darkness has played awful tricks, Crippling veil threw

If I could make wishes come true, I would give all my wishes to you To lift you up, to give you wings, So you

Dear readers, Happy Easter to those that celebrate this day. For those of you that have different celebrations – Happy Spring. Either way, Easter is

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