When they close the coffin lid behind my corpse,
And the hammers begin to pound sadly,
My forgotten sweetheart will cling to the boards
With a tear-stained face, swollen with melancholy.
I’ant disturb by her tears oozing,
I will not move at damp mortal board chess:
Now Earthly passions mean nothing
For t’dead need neither sorrow nor sadness…
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2025 11:12
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Although told as if it were a fictional story it is completely true. Loved it
I should be very sad if I died before my loved ones...
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