Oh, Do not weep for me my Love,
I am not dead, but by the Gods transformed
Out of this shape that last knew pain and fear
Into a thousand miracles.
Remember you my gladsome smile?
Then see my joy in flowers tossing on the breeze,
The twinkle in my eyes a sparkle now upone the dancing waves.
They say that we are made from dust
That was a thousand ancient stars.
And so, perhaps, this frame of mine shall be
The birthplace of some future galaxy,
And you the comet to my newborn sun.
Bright Partner in the Dance of Life,
As sad we part, so shall we Merry Meet again.
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