Néstor Suárez Poems

'Tis with fame, glory and vain renown
They want to make up for your loss
But you won't take them because
The oak of your breed has been cut down
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Never shall I leave the praise unsung
Of tongues familiar and unknown
Of foreign nations and my own
Of fair women old and young
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Man's ally in oblivion and joy
That makest our sorrows milder,
Our boredom sufferable
And our excitement wilder
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