Not Ended With Happy Consummation
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Buried alone the corpse with care by night;
Removing evidence of murder as much as possible,
Covered the grave with turf of grass as usual...
Even the wind not got an inkling of my evil propensity;
The stars, moon, the trees and the bushes were sleepy..
But Woe is me! not ended with happy consummation.
My silver-white exercise book filled up with poems.
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