Though I am Dead

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Though I am dead, grieve not for me with tears

Think not of death with sorrowing and fears

I am so near that every tear you shed

Touches and torments me though you think me dead

But when you sing and laugh in glad delight

My soul is uplifted to the light

laugh and be glad for all that life is giving

And I, though dead, will share your joy in living.



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