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Requiem
Robert Louis Stevenson
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Under the wide and starry sky,
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Dig the grave and let me lie.
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Glad did I live and gladly die,
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And I laid me down with a will.
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This is the verse you grave for me:
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'Here he lies where he longed to be;
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Here is the sailor, home from the sea,
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And the hunter home from the hill.'
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