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If tomorrow I should pass away,
Would you weep for me a crimson rain?

And softly kiss the petals of pain
In goodbyes to sorrow, grief and shame

And strum for me my soft melody
On my glass guitar of no remorse
With strings that play the essence of change

Would you wear for me the cloak of death,
Return my trinity to the earth,
And feed my soul to my element?

And lay with me eight roses of black,
Into the wind, and never look back

As I look upon you from Heaven,
Remember that I was of the Craft

And blessed be FIVE points on my cross
And love my Parents and Akasha

So weep for my soul a crimson rain
Let the drops fall into the four winds,
For I shan't be condemned to a grave