After Death, a poem by Sara Teasdale at
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After Death

After Death

a poem by: Sara Teasdale


Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?

Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it, dear,
For now you must not listen,
And then you could not hear.

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