A thousand times when dead

A thousand times when dead, please bury me;
To keep me back from haunting your sweet bed.
Given the chance to ‘turn the hallowed grave,
By ghoulish sounds and burning cries for thee.
My heart, alas, discovered you too late.
You crawled in green, while I in grey, did hunch.
Our numbered years too far in length did stray,
Became I lame; though you in sun did seed.
I found a woman once with numbered years,
And loved me till our hearts beat holy bells
But in the winter months with flu, she died
And left me broken fence and house to sell.
Marry the young and hope your end is end,
Or, face the night with chains and endless walks.

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