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Scatter me gently, then let me lie, There in the heather, under the sky, Leave me no headstone, save that in your heart, Keep only the love, that I did impart. Let me go softly, let me be free, No grave with confines, that`s not for me, Give me the heather, and the fern for my bed, And the peaty fresh smell to sweeten my head. Scatter me gently, where fast winds do blow, Where skylarks sing softly, and bilberries grow, Then leave me there, that is where I belong, Under God`s heaven, - hearing his song. Let me go softly, then do not grieve, This is my wish, this is what I believe, Let me lie there at peace in my rest, There on `the common`, - the place I love best.
_________________ Of all the things ive lost, i miss my mind the most
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