The Funeral
The Funeral
I got ready in in my crape
As the others dug the greave
They put down the body
I felt nothing under me eyes
And bid him the last goodbye As he parted from me he opportedemories held held me...
closed the lid, filled the hole They Now I'm Now one all alone can escape the strings of life Noro could I As I lay thesce in the darok, still and glowmy, A narcissus groew over me...

