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Requiem
R. L. Stevenson wrote this verse to be engraved on his epitaph on his grave.
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.
This be the verse you grave for me:
'Here he lies where he longed to be;
Here is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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