If your body becomes a cloud
As it will one day
Mingling and dissolving
In the hierarchy of air
If your soul becomes a star
Bundled along with other lights
Hurrying through the dark
I'll still be able to pick you out
And if your spirit has time
In its celestial schedule
To visit me now and then
You'll find nothing has changed
The old table still awaits us
Your bread my wine
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