play that last measure softly

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I’ve heard mortal men argue for immortality before, but even the best of men I’ve ever seen ended in misery. That jolly, old, fat man who brought joy to poor children across the world, has been missing since the Great War. It is believed the cruelty consumed him. You would fare no better.

[ID: A poem by e.e. cummings. It reads, "i love you much(most beautiful darling) / more than anyone on the earth and i / (italicised text) like you better than everything in the sky (italics end) / -- sunlight and singing welcome your coming / although winter may be everywhere / with such a silence and such a darkness / noone can quite begin to guess / (except my life)the true time of year-- / and if what calls itself a world should have / the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such / sunlight as will leap higher than high / through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each / nearerness)everyone certainly would(my / most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love". End ID.]