Cycle

Burn me on a bed of bamboo wood,

Let this skin be shed to ash and dust

From dust I came and return I should

For canvas of life has now been brush’d

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I have played my part in the world of men

I have acted in character of my own

What fear should I possess then

For I have seen life, faced whatever it has thrown

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I have drunk from both love and hate

And hand of mine has soothed a heart

Now I shall submit to fate

Of child and man, I’ve played my part

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I have cherished the days I had with care

So why should I tear, when those have past

I’ve had an entire life to prepare

For I lived my life, till the last

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