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Immortality
When I die
Bury me under the Tree of Love.
So my heart never stops to beat.
I will live in every cell of your flesh,
I will live in every chamber of your soul.
Words of solace scatter in the wind,
The sound of violin does not dissolve the night.
Yet time does come to a stand in eternity:
Longer than poetry and art
In remembrance I will live,
And through true love survive
Even the death of memory.
poem
by
Paul Hartal
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