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My Leave, I Take
Alas!
Dear precious friends
These words now penned
Ink of my veins on
paper writ.
Alas!
Show no sorrow
Shed not tears
Lest emotions befit
I take my leave.
Oh!
Dear precious friends
I will take thy cup
of hemlock now, and bid ye
farewell.
Oh!
Follower of Socrates,
your words pierce through
my heart, yet fear the pains
of death.
Wow! Potent stuff! Nice vein of unity running through this. Keep the ink pumping. Leave that hemlock alone. I look forward to reading more of your intriguing works.