Requiem
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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.
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
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