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WHEN I am dead and over me bright April / Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, / Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, / I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful / When rain bends down the bough, / And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted / Than you are now.