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28-08-09 @ 15:21
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For restful death I cried
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I died for beauty - but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb
When one who died for truth,was lain
In an adjoining room -
He questioned softly "Why I failed?"
"For beauty," - I replied
"And I for truth - themselves are one
We bretheren are," He said
And so,as kinsmen,met a night -
We talked between the rooms -
Untill the moss had reached our lips -
And covered up our names!
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