On the morrow of my death,
When I take my own last breath,
The heavens' will dare not shine down,
For fear my love shall see and frown,
And question them, upon their grief,
The howling winds, the crumbling leaf,
And they will tell him that I did die,
And whispered, my last breath, "Goodbye"
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