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[giacona]

oh let me lay down beside my dear friend
who has gone away.
cover me over with dirt and sod,
let me hasten my departure day,
for i long for that day when we'll be dancing on the stormclouds
to shake the rain from the sky onto our graves.
we'll all be waiting for that day.
well will whitmore mixed up some shine,
filled up the jug and met us walkin'

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[in_lux_aeterna]

That kind of thing pops into my head often too, I'm sure it's not uncommon. Don't quit, my dear. Love you.