Hello, I say, over here in this dusty old vase   Light a candle for me, I haven't yet gotten to the end of this maze   There are no jeanie escapes, your rubs would all be in vain   But you could relieve me of my pain by lighting a fire in my name      Don't throw my writings in it, you might just burn my diary   The only thing I left behind besides these ash remains   Ashes to ashes, body and pages   Let my mind live through the ages