If tomorrow starts without me,
No sun to warm my face,
No dawn to greet my waking eyes,
I'll leave behind an empty space.
When I die, let memories linger,
Of laughter, tears, and dreams,
In the echoes of shared moments,
Where love, like a river, streams.
If tomorrow starts without me,
May the flowers still bloom,
As a testament to the seasons,
And the cycles that life consumes.
When I die, don't mourn in silence,
Celebrate the stories we've spun,
For in the tapestry of existence,
Our threads, forever, are woven as one.
If tomorrow starts without me,
Find solace in the starry night,
For I'll be among the constellations,
A celestial journey taking flight.
When I die, let my spirit roam,
In the whispers of the breeze,
A gentle reminder of the essence,
That transcends earthly boundaries.
If tomorrow starts without me,
Know that I've found my way,
Into the cosmic dance of eternity,
A part of the universe's grand ballet.
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