I have slipped away into the next room.
I am I,
you are you;
Whatever we were to each other,
That we still are.
Call me by old familiar names,
speak to me in
the easy way,
Which you always used to.
Wear no air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, Smile,think of me,pray for me.
What is death but a negligible accident.
I am waiting for you-for an intervel-
Somewhere very near,just around the corner.
All is well.
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