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No one shall remember me after my death.
No one shall give me a wreath.
No epitaph be written in my memory;
As I produced nothing bright and glory.
Me, neither a hero or a writer or a scientist.
My name is not engraved with the great men’s list.
Mother only shall weep for a few day.
‘A woman were’, my relative would say.
Quickly they forget, for good, my heirs;
Used to divide their shares.
I, like all those common remain unknown.
As I came silent, so silent gone!! …