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Place him on that platform gently
Lest you tamper with his smile;
Wash him there thoroughly
Before he travels another mile:
For home he goes, sweet home he goes,
A man who no longer have woes.

Clothe him with a fine apparel
As is meet for an august occasion;
The time of his departure go tell,
And let’s begin the procession:
For home he goes, sweet home he goes,
A man who no longer have woes.

Gather them all—young and old—
To bid him their last goodbyes;
Let them his remains behold
And shed no tear from their eyes:
For home he goes, sweet home he goes,
A man who no longer have woes.

Not a single shot of gun salute,
Nor the faintest sound of jamboree;
But as silent as a voiceless mute,
The atmosphere should likewise be:
For home he goes, sweet home he goes,
A man who no longer have woes.

“And these let be of me, when to sweet home I go”

(C) OLUMiNOUS

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