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WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
When finally I close my eyes
And walk down the path oft-trodden,
My home will be six feet by two,
Amidst gray lumps of clay, sodden.
None might glance at my new home, it
Might be out of bounds, forbidden,
But what care I for the looks of
Those by whom I was so smitten?
Letters of gold on cold granite
Will not comfort my bitter heart.
In healing my festering wounds,
Flowers will hardly play a part.
Interned in my grave, stiff and cold,
Free from desire, free from all fear,
I would crave for naught, but one thing:
From the eyes of loved ones--a tear.
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