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Claude McKay - When I Have Passed Away
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When I have passed away and am forgotten, 
  And no one living can recall my face, 
When under alien sod my bones lie rotten 
  With not a tree or stone to mark the place; 

Perchance a pensive youth, with passion burning, 
  For olden verse that smacks of love and wine, 
The musty pages of old volumes turning, 
  May light upon a little song of mine, 

And he may softly hum the tune and wonder 
  Who wrote the verses in the long ago; 
Or he may sit him down awhile to ponder 
  Upon the simple words that touch him so.
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