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Sara Teasdale - Immortal
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So soon my body will have gone 
Beyond the sound and sight of men, 
And tho` it wakes and suffers now, 
Its sleep will be unbroken then; 
But oh, my frail immortal soul 
That will not sleep forevermore, 
A leaf borne onward by the blast, 
A wave that never finds the shore.
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