If I May Have It When It's Dead I Will Contented Be; If Just As Soon As Breath Is Out It Shall Belong To Me, Until They Lock It In The Grave, 'T Is Bliss I Cannot Weigh, For Though They Lock Thee In The Grave, Myself Can Hold The Key. Think Of It, Lover! I And Thee Permitted Face To Face To Be; After A Life, A Death We'll Say, -- For Death Was That, And This Is Thee.
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