At the end of times
Sail me down the river,
On the rippling tides
So they may carry me,
To new life in the beyond
Where in the afterlife,
I shall hear the birdsong
And the rustling breeze,
Among all the trees
So at the end of time sail me,
Down the tranquil river
On my way to a future life and dreams.
fauxcroft 
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