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Rudyard Kipling - London Stone
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        WHEN you come to London Town,
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        Bring your flowers and lay them down
        At the place of grieving.

        When you come to London Town,
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        Bow your head and mourn your own,
        With the others grieving.

        For those minutes, let it wake
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        All the empty-heart and ache
        That is not cured by grieving.

        For those minutes, tell no lie:
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        "Grave, this is thy victory;
        And the sting of death is grieving."

        Where`s our help, from earth or heaven,
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        To comfort us for what we`ve given,
        And only gained the grieving.

        Heaven`s too far and earth too near,
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        But our neighbour`s standing here,
        Grieving as we`re grieving.

        What`s his burden every day?
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        Nothing man can count or weigh,
        But loss and love`s own grieving.

        What is the tie betwixt us two
        (Grieving-grieving!)
        That must last our whole lives through?
        "As I suffer, so do you."
        That may ease the grieving.
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