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"Better to hang a dead husband...
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than to lose a living lover."
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Poets may die, Encolpius.
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But it doesn't matter, if poetry remains.
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My friend,
companion of my final moments here...
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You'll be able to say...
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"I knew Eumolpus, the poet."
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What can I say?
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If I were as rich as Trimalchio,
I'd leave you some land or a ship.
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But I can only leave you
what I had myself.
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I leave you poetry.
I leave you the seasons...
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especially spring and summer...
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I leave you the wind, the sun...
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I leave you the sea, the good sea...
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The earth is good, too...
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The mountains, streams, and rivers...
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And the big clouds that move by...
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solemn and light...
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You'll look at them...
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and maybe remember
our brief friendship...
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And I leave you the trees...
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and their agile inhabitants...
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Love, tears, joy...
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stars, Encolpius.
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I leave you sounds, songs, noises...
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The voice of man,
which is the most harmonious of music...
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I leave you...