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When my days have come and gone
And I am laid to rest
Put me not in fields of stone
But heed my last request

Lay me in a valley green
Where trees and flowers thrive
For this is where I longed to be
When my body was alive

Take no thought of slate with words
Chiseled on its face
But leave a simple wooden cross
There in my favorite place

Remember when the wind blows cold
On dark nights of your heart
My spirit always stays with you
From you will never part

For I am am there and everywhere
Not under sod and moss
The only thing that's left there now
Is a somple wooden cross
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