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 Farewell and Thanksgiving by Mark van Doren 
						Whatever I have left unsaidWhen I am dead
 O'muse forgive me.
 You were always there,
 like light, like air.
 Those great good things
 of which the least bird sings,
 So why not I?
 Yet thank you even then,
 Sweet muse, Amen.
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