Today this soul turned fifty-three, one
Foot in the grave, my heart
With thee. My mourning walk gave me
Pause. Thought of
The grave and what I've
Lost. That I am nearer to my
Repose, the grasping to heaven
The last dead
Rose. I'm torren asunder should I
Stay. Or should I just
Throw my soul away?
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The sincere grief touches the heart, sir. Thank you.