I'll Look As If I'm Dead, And

I'll Look As If I'm Dead, And That Won't Be True.' I Said Nothing. 'you Understand. It's Too Far. I Can't Take This Body With Me. It's Too Heavy.' I Said Nothing. 'but It'll Be Like An Old Abandoned Shell. There's Nothing Sad About An Old Shell...' I Said Nothing. 'it'll Be Nice, You Know. I'll Be Looking At The Stars, Too. All The Stars Will Be Wells With A Rusty Pulley. All The Stars Will Pour Out Water For Me To Drink...' I Said Nothing. 'and It'll Be Fun! You'll Have Five-hundred Million Little Bells; I'll Have Five-hundred Million Springs Of Fresh Water...' And He, Too, Said Nothing More.