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  When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress-tree:
Be the green grass a above me
with showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not fell the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming though the twilight
That doth no rise nor set,
Haply I may remember
and haply may forget.
  Christina Georgina Rossetti
 
   
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