Willy-nilly

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing  Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;  And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,  I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. Stanza XXXII of “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” by Edward Fitzgerald (1809–1883)

"Lazarus"

"Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul . . . its time for you to go"

For when I'm gone.

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