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Poetry Immortality

When I leave, if in elegance,
or if in a simple cot,
there is nothing more I'll leave
than my wordy lot.

A singer leaves his music,
when the light is snuffed from his candle,
and though I am merely mortal,
a poet leaves her poems immortal.

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