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The overgrown churchyard:
‘Do not think it was by choice, that I lingered long in the world of men.
Nor ever have doubted that, one day, I should come to lie beside you.
Now beneath nettle and fern, promises kept, bones mingled.
We shall care little, at last, which way blows the wind.’