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 When I'm Killed by Robert Graves 
						When I’m killed, don’t think of meBuried there in Cambrin Wood,
 Nor as in Zion think of me
 With the Intolerable Good.
 And there’s one thing that I know well,
 I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell!
 
 So when I’m killed, don’t wait for me,
 Walking the dim corridor;
 In Heaven or Hell, don’t wait for me,
 Or you must wait for evermore.
 You’ll find me buried, living-dead
 In these verses that you’ve read.
 
 So when I’m killed, don’t mourn for me,
 Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,
 Killed and gone — don’t mourn for me.
 On your lips my life is hung:
 O friends and lovers, you can save
 Your playfellow from the grave.
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