My dearest friend, take these books of mine You always loved the words that dreamt inside Perhaps they'll show you places I never found My brother take these clothes of mine In which I always looked so stylish and refined They'll be much warmer here above the ground And while summer is bright on the walk Bending shadows like hands of a clock Maybe I can find some shade under this tree There could just be some rest in this for me My sister, take all my photographs May faces of friends and family let you laugh And keep your memories happy and clear My lover, heart, take these songs I wrote Play them years from now when you are old And perhaps someday someone will hear And in this air so still and strange If I close my eyes, will the wind change? If you listen closely, you might hear me sing Take all that's left, take everything