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Ambrose Bierce
KEEP, v.t.He willed away his whole estate,And then in death he fell asleep,Murmuring: "Well, at any rate,My name unblemished I shall keep."But when upon the tomb 'twas wroughtWhose was it? -- for the dead keep naught.Durang Gophel Arn
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