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When I am dead I will not care
         Forever more,
If sky be radiantly fair
         Or tempest roar.
If my life-hoard in sin be spent,
         My wife re-wed,—
I’ll be so damned indifferent
         When I am dead.

When I meet up with dusty doom
         What if I rest
In common ditch or marble tomb,
         If curst or blest?
Shall my seed be to wealth or fame,
         Or gallows led,—
To me it will be all the same
         When I am dead.

So say for me no pious prayer,
         Be no tear shed;
In nothingness I cannot care,
         I’ll be so dead.
I shall not reck of war or peace
         When I go hence:
Lord, let me win sublime release,—
         INDIFFERENCE!