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I want to die as the day declines
In the open sea and facing the sky
Where agony will seem like a dream
And the soul a bird taking flight.
Not to listen in the last instants
--Now alone with the sea and the sky --
To other voices or tearful prayers
Than the majestic tumble of the waves.
To die when the sad light withdraws
Its gilded nets from the green sea
And to be like the sun that slowly sinks
Something very luminous going under.
To die, and young: before treacherous
Time withers the graceful crown;
When life still says I am all yours
although we know it will betray us.
-- Manuel Gutierrez Najera
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