"I'll soon forget what was never there,
Your words are ash and dust,
All that's left is the song I've sung,
The breath I've taken and the one I must.
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ,
People of letters your warning stands clear,
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit.
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear."
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