What will I find after death,
An empty shell, of life bereft;
A greater plane, where joy be found,
Or will I stay beneath the ground?
Yet who will lift me to a higher place,
Where I may gaze upon a face,
Of one who feels the utmost grief,
A pain beyond their own belief,
That I am gone a ne'er before,
And with them be, ever more.
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