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The health of a corpse

Wipe away the tears Matilda darling
Do not be given to crying too much over my absence
Do not despair too much to abandon the dream of living on
Do not bother yourself with too much sorrow
For I am not gone too far away
I am here close by in the obtaining night shadows
I am busy watching and worrying over you
Watching and worrying over Cammel and Conrad, too.

Though the maggots are busy feasting upon my torso
I worry not too much about these fleshly inconveniences
I fret nothing about the health of a mere corpse
It is the safety of my spirit which I am worried about
The safety of my soul which I hope to endure
That I can persist to care for and look after you
For there is also some hard work to be done here
To secure a safe place for baby Cammel, Conrad and yourself.

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