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