All that follows 
Hearing the swallows 
Care for song larks 
Forever absorbed dark 
Stepp around diamonds 
Long crips garlands 
  
It really is now 
What pulls her down 
Her sweat brow 
Can't save her frown 
  
But she lived there too 
To invest last the few 
Are you the best judge  
When her life budged 
Stay for her only then 
Comfort has not been 
What she will wish 
Her favorite blue dish 
  
Back to the heart of urn 
All she did was to burn 
There since you are  
She does not go far 
Live for the harvest of rye 
She was the last to say goodbye.