Requiem

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    Under the wide and starry sky,
    Dig the grave and let me lie.
    Glad did I live and gladly die,
    And I laid me down with a will.
    This be the verse you grave for me:
    ‘Here he lies where he longed to be;
    Here is the sailor, home from the sea,
    And the hunter home from the hill.’

    Robert Louis Stevenson

    Stevenson

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