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HERE I LAY,
WITHIN THIS KNOLL,
WHAT REMAINS OF ME.
BELOW THE RIDGE,
THE STREAM IS HEARD,
OF THE SWEETEST SOUND.
THE SKY ABOVE,
THE BLUEST BLUE,
ONE WILL EVER SEE.
MY PILLOW..
OF THE FINEST MOSS,
MY BLANKET MOTHER EARTH.
CHISELED IN THE STONE ATOP,
MY NAME,
MY BIRTH,
MY PASSING.
YOU PLACE THE TRINKETS UPON MY STONE,
YOUR LOOK..
THE LOOK OF SADNESS.
ALL YOU SEE,
THE DAY I DIED,
NO THOUGHTS TO THAT I LIVED.
MY JOURNEY IN THE LIFE YOU LIVE,
ENDED LONG AGO,
BUT WITH A DEATH,
COMES NEW LIFE,
IT'S THEN WE ARE REBORN.
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HERE I LAY
HERE I LAY
