Shall I tell you about the dead,
Who have no alibis,
Who do not care what’s said,
Bald truth or naked lies,
Who have no sense of loss,
Who do not groan in grief,
Nor grouse beneath their cross,
But won’t confess belief?
See for yourself? No fear
(But you won’t miss your eyes);
And though you disappear,
We shall feel no surprise.
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