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On that grave drop not a tear! Else, though fathom-deep the place, Through the woollen shroud I wear I shall feel it on my face. Rather smile there, blessed one, Thinking of me in the sun, Or forget me--smiling on!
On that grave drop not a tear! Else, though fathom-deep the place, Through the woollen shroud I wear I shall feel it on my face. Rather smile there, blessed one, Thinking of me in the sun, Or forget me--smiling on!