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I write to convey purpose and meaning Or for honor (or any notice) to gleam on myself The prolific of all writers Had hardly such in their motivation They wrote in their sorrow, In the blackness of the night They wrote not for their revered name— But for what they truly found right
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
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I write to convey purpose and meaning Or for honor (or any notice) to gleam on myself The prolific of all writers Had hardly such in their motivation They wrote in their sorrow, In the blackness of the night They wrote not for their revered name— But for what they truly found right
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
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