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My house is filled with simple fools
Who-now that you are gone-
Bring wreaths to crown the head that they
In life heaped curses on.


They know you killed my soul within;
Of love and joy bereft me;
Just one kind thing you did for me-
Last night you died and left me.


And yet they fill my house today.
They've come to "mourn" with me;
And I-while they shed Judas tears-
Rejoice because I'm free!

Written by Beatrice M. Murphy (1908-1992)

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