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Where snails abound -- in a juicy soil, / I will dig for myself a fathomless grave, / Where at leisure mine ancient bones I can coil, / And sleep -- quite forgotten -- like a shark 'neath the wave.
I hate every tomb -- I abominate wills, / And rather than tears from the world to implore, / I would ask of the crows with their vampire bills / To devour every bit of my carcass impure.