When I am dead, my dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,         Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,         Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above me         With showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember,         And if thou wilt, forget.I shall not see the shadows,         I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingale         Sing on, as if…

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