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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bury Me In My Shades</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a pad with no heat, up on Sullivan Street, <br>The last of the hipsters lay dyin'.<br>Wearin' his shades, so like no one could tell<br>Like whether or not he was cryin'.<br>All the junkies and loners <br>An' coffee shop owners<br>Were all gathered 'round his bed. <br>He took one last puff <br>Of some imported stuff<br>And this are the last words he said.<br>He said, 'Send my sandals home to Mom, <br>Hang my T-shirt away. <br>Burn my guitar <br>In Washington Squar', <br>'Cause I never learned how to play. <br>Give my pad<br>To some needy lad<br>And tell him the rent is all paid. <br>Keep my cash, <br>An' my stash, <br>An' my hash, <br>But bury me in my shades. <br>Bury me in my shades, boys, <br>Bury me in my shades. <br>Burn my guitar <br>In Washington Squar', <br>But bury me in my shades.' <br>He said, 'Give my Brooklyn chicks away<br>To anyone who needs 'em. <br>Give all of my poems away<br>To anyone who'll read 'em. <br>Dig me a grave 'neath the coffeeshop, <br>And let a sad folksong be played. <br>Get everyone high<br>On the moment I die, <br>Bury me in my shades. <br>Bury me in my shades, boys, <br>Bury me in my shades. <br>Burn my guitar <br>In Washington Squar', <br>But bury me in my shades.' <br>We threw his sandals out in the hall, <br>We left his T-shirt lay. <br>We sold his guitar<br>At the corner bar<br>To someone who knew how to play. <br>We smoked all his stash, <br>And spent all his cash, <br>And threw all his poems away. <br>And Bob got his records, <br>And Ed got his books, <br>And I got the poor beatnik shades. <br>'Bury me in my shades, boys,' he said, <br>'Bury me in my shades. <br>Burn my guitar <br>In Washington Squar', <br>But bury me in my shades.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sheldon+Allan+Silverstein">Sheldon Allan Silverstein</a><div class=q>
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The last of the hipsters lay dyin'.
Wearin' his shades, so like no one could tell
Like whether or not he was cryin'.
All the junkies and loners 
An' coffee shop owners
Were all gathered 'round his bed..."></div>
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