| Sleep brings no joy to me Remembrance never dies
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| My soul is given to misery
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| And live in sighs…
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| The shadow of the dead,
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| My waken eyes may never see,
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| Surround my bed
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| That from which they sprung — eternity
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| Beneath the turf
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| The silent dead
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| Sleep brings no wish to knit
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| My harassed heart beneath
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| My only wish is to forget
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| In the sleep of death
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| Death is my joy
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| I long to be at rest
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| I wish the damp earth covered
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| This desolate breast
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| Beneath the mould
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| The silent dead
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| But the glad eyes around us Must weep as we have done
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| And we must see the same gloom
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| Eclipse their morning sun
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| Oh, not for them — Should we despair
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| The grave is drear — But they’re not there
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| Their dust is mingled — With the sod
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| Their pale souls — Are gone, to god
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| Well, may they live in ecstasy
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| Their long eternity of joy
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| At least I wouldn’t bring them down
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| With me to weep, to groan
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| And what’s the future
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| A sea beneath the cloudless sun
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| A mighty, glorious dazzling sea
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| Stretching into infinity
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| My inner sanctum |