Please
Don't stand on
My grave
And grieve
For me
The grieving has
Been done by
Me
Each night when
I sat alone
Your presents
Would of
Set me free
For loneliness
Is worst than
Death
For in the silence
That surrounded me
I heard the words
There's no
LOVE
Left for
Me
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