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Sleep brings no joy to me |
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Remembrance never dies |
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My soul is given to misery |
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And lives in sighs ... |
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The shadows of the dead, |
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My waken eyes may never see, |
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Surround my bed |
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That from which they sprung - eternity |
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Beneath the turf |
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The silent dead |
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Sleep brings no wish to knit |
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My harrassed heart beneath |
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My only wish is to forget |
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In the sleep of death |
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Death is my joy |
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I long to be at rest |
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I wish the damp earth covered |
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This desolate brest |
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Beneath the mould |
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The silent dead |
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But the glad eyes around us |
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Must weep as we have done |
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And we must see the same gloom |
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Eclipse their morning sun |
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Oh not for them - Should we despair |
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The grave is drear - But they're not there |
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Their dust is mingled - With the sod |
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Their pale souls - Are gone, to god |
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Well, may they live in ecstasy |
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Their long eternity of joy |
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At least I wouldn't bring them down |
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With me to weep, to groan |
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And what's the future |
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A sea beneath the cloudless sun |
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A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea |
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Stretching into infinity |
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My inner sanctum |
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R.I.P |
