You were posthumously awarded
And I shuddered in my seat;
What if you were here; you are bedded
Tied in the hospital reed.
You haven't gone but you
Could as well have been,
I rise to collect your reward
For all your deeds, as a lover
And a friend: I will sing to you
In the hospital. But what if
Your heart stops now? It has.
Like I said you were posthumously awarded.
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