When I exit to the other world,
Let no man weep at my grave.
When I went to perpetual resting,
Let no damsel sing dirge at my entrance.
When I start a voyage of no return,
Let it be known that I'm living in the air
When I turn to soil,
Let it be known that I have transit to my formality.
When I become motionless,
Let it be known that I'm not loyal to afterlife.
When my words can't be heard,
Let it be known that my vocality is dead.
When my castle sized to grow
Let it be known that I'm not dead, I reign with my euphonious words forever.
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