He knows not that he is dead.
He knows not that he was born,
Or that he has ever lived
Or about his descendants;
No regret for immature death;
No regret for unfinished works
Or for lack of gratitude;
Or for the sufferings his heirs get;
It is all for his survivors.
10.06.2014
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