Thursday, May 3, 2012

Let Me Live So That When I Die, Even the Undertaker is Sorry

So let me live
That when I die
A tear will come
To every eye
In every heart
There'll be a spot
An empty place
Where I am not.
And folks will say
With grief inside:
"I sort of wish
She hadn't died."

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