Julia, if I chance to die
Ere I print my poetry,
I most humbly thee desire
To commit it to the fire:
Better 'twere my book were dead,
Than to live not perfected.
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I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
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There is only this sound of falling, quiet and remote,
Like the memory of scales descending the white keys