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Oh! would that the sunshine could fall on my grave, That the wild flower and willow could over it wave; Oh! would that the daisies grew over my sleep, That the tears of the morning could over me weep. Thou art pale ’mid the dreams, I shall trouble no more, The sorrow that kept me from slumber is o’er: To the depths of the ocean in peace I depart, For I still have a grave greener far in thy heart!