john9221
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No longer mourn for me when I am deadThen you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it; for I love you soThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotIf thinking on me then should make you woe.O, if, I say, you look upon this verseWhen I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moanAnd mock you with me after I am gone. I'm waiting hours to die Do not mourn for me when You hear the sad funeral heavy bell Give warning to the world that I have to leave this dirty world, with the most nasty bug: Nay [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], if you read this, remember not the hand that writ it; because I love to this, preferring to be forgotten in your sweet heart, if I make you think of woe. If Yes, I said, if you see this poem [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that I would have turned into hours waiting soil, even my poor name not to be reminded, I wish you love and my life rot. Lest the wise world discern your heart, after my death to you as a laughing stock.
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