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Grieve not for me, not now,
never, nor in time of sorrow,
nor shed a single tear for thee, 
not now, or ever, not even 
when we meet again some day.

Pen not a poem for me, not now,
never, not tomorrow, or ever,
nor shed one memory for thee,
not now, or ever, not even
when you think back to better days.

Play no bagpipes for me, not now,
never, not in stormy weather,
nor weep like the willow for thee,
not now, or ever, not even
when you bow your head and pray.

© Mr. Ghost Stories - 07-30-19

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