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Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I, and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort, without the trace of a shadow on it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
02-04-2010 om 00:00
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