Death Defied
Where is your tree could shade her
As life has done,
That covered her with black moon,
The colder for the sun?
What sodden dust, what carved stone,
Where now you bid her rest,
Could so cement her laughter,
So weigh upon her breast?
As life has done,
That covered her with black moon,
The colder for the sun?
What sodden dust, what carved stone,
Where now you bid her rest,
Could so cement her laughter,
So weigh upon her breast?
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