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September 25, 2001

One day I see death,
Rising from the ground far and near,
Where my thoughts have vanished away,
And my friends think no more of me.

I see beyond life,
Where I cannot look back,
My soul drifts away,
Farther and farther away from my body.

Then I see my friends vanish,
Where they also shall start a new life,
But their life is not the same,
Where mine is not also.

I die from health,
They die of depression,
We die of age,
But we don’t die of love.

I open my eyes and see myself happy,
I am in a new life where everything is new,
And my life has started again and the past is past.