It’s that happy feeling you get when you die— 
Is it peace, or is it a joy that transcends this life? 
Remember me, sweet melody, 
Remember me, my sweet sorrow; 
For in the echoes of my existence lies a harmony of emotions. 

Yet I am happy, even as I face the end; 
Still, I die— 
The happy moments swirl around me like a gentle breeze, 
The glory days that fit for a king have crowned me a queen. 
But still, he remembers the sweet sorrow wrapped in melody.

In the time of fun and laughter, in those golden days, 
I tread the long road that stretches endlessly before me; 
I long to walk away from the burdens that weigh heavy on my heart, 
Yet I find myself drawn back to these happy memories— 
Memories that have made me cry but still fill my soul with laughter.

It’s a blessing, not a curse; a blessing wrapped in paradox, 
A happy moment when I cry and laugh until the sky fades away. 
This feeling—this blend of joy and pain— 
This memory lingers like a haunting refrain,  
A symphony of tears and laughter intertwined. 

Each note resonates within me, creating a tapestry of experience; 
The highs and lows dance together in a waltz of existence. 
I cherish the bittersweet tones that shape my journey— 
For they are not mere figments of imagination; they are my truth.

In every tear shed lies a story untold, 
In every laugh shared is a connection to behold; 
These moments are not simply passing clouds—they are my melody,  
A sweet sorrow that sings through the corridors of my heart.

So let me embrace this duality of life—  
The joy interwoven with grief, the light mingling with shadow;  
For it is in this complexity that I find my strength—  
The resilience to dance amidst the storm and smile through the rain. 

As I reflect on what it means to truly live and die,  
I realize each memory is a thread in the fabric of who I am;  
I am both queen and wanderer, both joyous and sorrowful—  
A tapestry woven with love, loss, laughter, and longing.

And as I navigate this bittersweet symphony called life,  
I hold tight to the knowledge that every moment matters;  
That even in sorrow there is beauty waiting to be discovered—  
A reminder that my melody is rich with both tears and laughter.

So remember me in all my shades and hues— 
In the light of happiness and the shadows of sorrow;  
For together they create the song of my existence—  
A melody that will linger long after I'm gone.

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-gifttaylor