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Time has to go on even if I'm dead.
I'll perish away leaving some deeds.
But deeds, however good or bad, fade.


In memory of myself,
I'll leave behind something great.


Yes, great in a way, for it is mine alone.


This collection of poems,
however small the value may seem great.


For this will be the only remnant of my being
to be remembered,
When someday, I'm buried down the earth.