Dead Poet

When I was alive, little did you know
that my heart endured so much pain
When I smiled cheerfully, 
little did you know my curved lips 
fought stream of tears oozing out of my sad eyes
When I sang a song with the best of my voice, 
little did you hear the melancholy wail
When I now sing from my grave, 
little do you know that I find solace only in my death

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