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Finally, Rest!
Finally! Rest!
Beneath gray stones I lay.
Will Heaven call?
Or will hell have its way?
Will I sleep now,
in peaceful state this night?
Put here I was
by my hand to no delight
to still chilled world
from those who held cruel cheer.
Who'll gather now?
Whose heart will shatter here?
Eternal place,
I've nothing left to save.
Don't cry for me!
I'm happy in my grave.
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