Come to my Grave
When I am dead
And buried deep
My crazy head
That never thought
Of your ingratitude
For you considered
My every son rude
No more I tease you
Don’t ever I wish for
Loving glance for me
In your eye core
On my face you can
All freely Complain
That I was a mad
And greatest bane
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