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Immortal
By Sara Teasdale
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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| Cheyanne on July 5, 2011, 12:29 am | Stands back from the kyeborad in amazement! Thanks!
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