I hope that when it is my time to go,
I can smile and say goodbye.

Like an actress on a pageant ramp,
Waving without care.

I don't want to look back,
And remember all that I did wrong.

I don't want to cling onto,
All the merry moments of this life.

When it's time to move on,
I just want to let go of it all.

To close my eyes and let the dark,
Claim me as one of its own.

I wish not to be afraid when it is time to go,
May I hold its hands as it reckons me with its song.

The dark is perfect, lovely, and serene,
And I have kept all the promises made.

What do I have to fear from it?
It has been my friend for so long.

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