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REQUIEM Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live, and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home form the sea, And the hunter home from the hill. (R.L.Stevenson)
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