And the grit to accept my mistakes
So,
Play me some Bach when, I hate pianos
But I despise death too, enough to love it
Lay me at the tower of silence, I hate earth too
Fire would purify me, I reject my worth true
Like the flames Zoraster set, I won't accept my due
I shall rot, don't in silence with insolence rue
May my soul have mirth, poke one at death true
When you think of me, don't unless it hurts to
Let me be, as I was in infantile lone
When I be silent, follow my cue
I hold no grudge now, nor a thought of us two
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