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When my time comes,

I will be happy, very happy,

For I will have lived what the soul implores,

The pure truth that the heart speaks.

There will be no fear or hesitation,

Only the peace of one who knew how to love,

And in the lightness of my final song,

I will feel the gentle wind cradle me.

Each step taken will have been whole,

Even among mistakes and detours along the way,

For happiness is not in the material,

But in the love I carry in my heart, alone.

And when that moment reveals itself,

I will be happy, very happy,

For in eternity, I can rest,

With the certainty that in life, I made myself.

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