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John Keats grave at the Protestant cemetery in Rome
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As i lie here under my gravestone
my skeleton almost bare to the bone
You might be thinking who this was who fills this place
i was a good man in many ways
But as it often goes
i was in for some serious blows
I alwys tried to care
and showed my soul open and bare
But as i once knew
some people try to take advantage of you
I showed my goodness once too much
and paid with my life as such
Now i lie here under the ground
in this place of rest i found
When you are walking to the gate
you hope you'll get a better fate
And when it is shut
only your footsteps are left behind in the mud

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