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When they find my bones
in a hundred years
or just two

I don't know when my time is up

I hope they will know
I lived a life
I loved to live.

Can they read
in my Book of Bones
the story of a girl unknown?

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Will they know
what I loved to do?

That I danced with the lights

That I sung with the winds

Will they know
what I liked to eat?

That I couldn't handle spice

but craved the sweets?

Will they know
where I have been?

All the places I have seen

From the north to the south
East to west
There were no bounds!

Will there be a cover
to my Book of Bones?

Or just a canvas
as blank as my bones?

Will it have a Titel
to make me proud?

Or just my name
as an author unknown?

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When they find my bones
in a thousand year
or maybe never

Who can know
where I will end up

Will they even want to read
my Book of Bones?

Or just ignore it
like it's second grade math?

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Who lives?

Who dies?

Who tells
your story?

I lived

I died

My bones
tell my story

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All my life I write a book
It's quite impressive

Every scratch

Every broken bone

Every scar
I ever owned

They are just another line of text written on my carbon pages.

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When they find my bones
When I'm long gone

lying on my Grave of Stone

I hope whoever finds me
will love to read

That they will smile
and cry
on every new page of me

That they will paint me a cover
That they will find me a title

For my
Book of Bones

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