maybe after the world dies
maybe after the world ends
the ghosts who are left will linger on
and walk in the fields where they had friends
and say to each other - unseen to unseen,
"this is where so and so met, and were wed"
and "this is where everyone gathered to dance,"
and "this was my life,"
- even with the world dead.
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