No, forgive me.

If you are not living,
if you, beloved, my love
if you have died 
all the leaves will fall on my breast,
it will rain upon my soul night and day,
the snow will burn my heart,
I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow,
my feet will want to march toward where you sleep,
but
I shall go on living,
because you wanted me to be, above all things,
untamable,
and, love, because you know that I am not just one man
but all men.

-Pablo Neruda, The Captain’s Verses 

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