Jealous
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Lo I am jealous of the dead,
Their sins all forgotten;
Flowers at their head.
Lo, I am jealous of the dead-
For they will never be lonely.
Lo I am jealous of those live,
Their souls begotten;
The gifts they can give.
Lo, I am jealous of those live-
For I am not their only.
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