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A Song Of Suicide

 Deeming that I were better dead,
"How shall I kill myself?" I said.
Thus mooning by the river Seine I sought extinction without pain, When on a bridge I saw a flash Of lingerie and heard a splash .
So as I am a swimmer stout I plunged and pulled the poor wretch out.
The female that I saved? Ah yes, To yield the Morgue of one corpse the less, Apart from all heroic action, Gave me a moral satisfaction.
was she an old and withered hag, Too tired of life to long to lag? Ah no, she was so young and fair I fell in love with her right there.
And when she took me to her attic Her gratitude was most emphatic.
A sweet and simple girl she proved, Distraught because the man she loved In battle his life-blood had shed .
So I, too, told her of my dead, The girl who in a garret grey Had coughed and coughed her life away.
Thus as we sought our griefs to smother, With kisses we consoled each other .
And there's the ending of my story; It wasn't grim, it wasn't gory.
For comforted were hearts forlorn, And from black sorrow joy was born: So may our dead dears be forgiving, And bless the rapture of the living.

Poem by Robert William Service
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