My Epitaph
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Below the vault of this moon lit sky
Make a grave and let me lie
In joy I lived and in joy I die
And wish to see no one cry
This you carve on the grave I lie
“Here is some one, though a small fry
Had a heart as big as a mountain high
Who with songs of love, every heart did tie”
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