I've had loads of invitations
About somebody who died
I have never ever met them
They have gone out with the tide
I'm sorry friends are sorry
When someone's died or they are ill
It's too late to wish them well
And I don't wish anybody ill
I'd be pleased to hear about them
If retelling brings no stress
I'm sure you can say something good
About their joys and their success
I am reading what is said of them
Will the same apply to me?
Will I live and die differently?
Oh, well. What will be will be.
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