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Lay the wreath on me with joy

Pomp and pageantry when I’m living,

So that I can be your witness,

So that I can express the magnitude of your love.

Spread it over me and let it fall on me like the morning dew,

Let me feel it, let me feel the impact of your promised love

And rejoice over the transformed lilies. Lay it right over me when

I’m living, never spread and spray it a my grave, never be the unconsolable mourner,

For the most futile right man can boast of is to crown his dead.

Let your wreath be love and kindness that I

 should jubilate in the rebounding happiness.