When death comes for me,
Dress me elegantly--
With acrown made of leaves
From green elephant trees.
O' plant me a seed,
Sown so delicately,
That it grows up to be
An umbrella for thee.
And when you are grieved,
Come sit under my leaves;
Let them speak memoirs,
On the eloquent breeze.
Leave me your sorrow,
Sing me sweet elogies;
Let me borrow your fear
By the birds melodies.
So, swallow your tears--
Please don't mourn much for me,
For I'll always be here
In the form of a tree
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