After my death people hate you more:

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After my death people hate you more:
If you must come on my mud grave,
You see me standing at the heaven floor,
In your sweet bosom my wish I do save.
I leave you not alone my verses with you,
And will read them thoroughly your tongue,
Closing your eyes see me if the love is true,
Or get some where my verses' dingdong.
I am poor without my sweetest friend,
Yea you are in heaven I am in the hell,
And no change still in your willful trend,
We are both fair we both know it well

After my death my love will not be dim,
And with your true love my lines I trim