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I shall live beyond death, and I shall sing in your ears

Even after the vast sea- wave carries me back

to the vast sea-depth.

I shall sit at your board though without a body,

and I shall go with you to your fields, a spitit invisible.

I shall come to you at your fireside,a guest unseen.

Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.

The woodsman shall still be a woodsman,

The ploughman,a ploughman,

and he who sang his song to the wind

shall sing it also to the moving spheres.

_Khalil Gibran