Wind carry my dying soul
o'er yon river of hope.
Cast not my weary spirit
into the tide of the ocean of sorrow.
Sky, cry for me tears that
fill my heart.
Earth open your arms
and embrace me.
Sun, shine not as I fall into
my bed, my bed of eternal rest.
Moon, sing as my broken heart
finally rests. Let it rain o'er
me as Death comes to claim
his hollow bride.
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