The Holy Sepulcher
Here lies entombed a poet
Whose verses in ether lie,
He seeks no tears of mortals
Neither seeks a mournful sigh;
Gay blooms shrouding his gravestone
Are magical spells of his,
They'll drench your soul with nectar
And pints of heavenly bliss.
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