Alas! Its my dead body I see
No sounds of sorrow, no mourning
No tears they shed for me
Alas! Its my corpse they handle there
No prayers or speeches
No words of comfort I do hear
Alas! Its my own funeral I go through
No preacher or service
No ceremonie, what do they do?
Alas! Just students around my naked self
No coffin, no peacefull grave for me
No final restingplace, just a cold white shelf
The Alchera Project submission
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