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Posts Tagged ‘grieving for a cat poem’

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley.

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Thou wast all that to me, love,

For which my soul did pine-

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I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

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