I wish I've nothing
more to write,
When the day I cease
to be.
Let me not have any
ideas of bright;
Which the world may
never see.
The writing that
brought me glory,
May perhaps remain
to tell my story.
If not, they may too
vanish without
a trace,
And no one will ever
remember my face.
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