If all the stars which shine at night
Should suddenly be gone from sight,
The darkness wouldn’t frighten me.
If every flower and each tree
Should disappear so suddenly,
Their beauty I would never miss.
Let Death bring me his fateful kiss
And lay me down in peaceful bliss;
It wouldn’t matter anyway,
For you have left and gone away,
And nothing I could hope to say
Would bring you back to me.
June 22, 1983
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