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Love's Requiem
When I am dead, encased in dirt,
With the concrete slab in place,
You may then know grief and a hopeless despair,
But for me there won't be a trace.
For I shall have peace and I won't feel a thing,
Though you kneel at my grave through the night.
Maybe then you can learn what true loneliness is,
And what loving a cold heart is like.
