When I Die

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When I die, my dear, do not etch my letters in unyielding stone; but write my name in water, so I shall be sweet and brief as the ever flowing currents, or sketch my words into the sky, so I shall dance for all eternity in the briefest of eternities amongst pale blue lakes and swathes of dreams.

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