Bury me here when I die,
Bury me where the sea calls my name
And the green waves will wash me away.
Bury me here if I can’t fly,
Bury me here when I die,
Here where the foam will sweep me gently against the shore.
So bury me where the wind will carry my name,
And the sea will gently wash away all of my remains.
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