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You need to 

get yourself a bucket,

or so I'm told,

Fill it, Fill it, till it overflows.

A wish list.

Of all to see

and all to do

before my lust is lost

for this husk of dust,

ONLY...

I've climbed many mountains,

and sat under a few fig trees,

The sky was coolsome blue,

the grass as lush as ever...

So my bucket hangs empty,

my head instead

carrying a memory,

that can't be bought,

or chased, or caught,

A dying gasp won't be wasted

on all to see

and all to do,

what is past is passed.

So here's to a bucket wish list

just take my bucket

and f**k it far from me.