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A curtain closed is an open door
so do not mourn when waves leave shore,
For I am born where breath falls short,
Where hearts lie still and spirits soar
is where I will feel what I am reaching for.
For all alike are born to die,
those who slither and those who fly,
though it hurts to say goodbye,
rejoice assured of what I find.
Oh I await heaven's gate, where I will roam streets of Gold.
No, do not mourn, for I fear not dying
(truth be told, I may be lying)
A curtain closed is an open door   so do not mourn when waves leave shore,   For I am born where breath falls short,   Where hearts lie still and spirits soar   is where I will feel what I am reaching for.   For all alike are born to die,   those who slither and those who fly,    though it hurts to say goodbye,    rejoice assured of what I find.   Oh I await heaven's gate, where I will roam streets of Gold.   No, do not mourn, for I fear not dying    (truth be told, I may be lying)