Save me not a cake, if ever you make one on my soon coming birthdays
I shall have died before those days can smell their sun
If this I say in this way does happened, bury me so I won't decay.
Resenting me not, for I died with no regret or grudge to none.
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So its true no marquee nor stone shall want my name sketched upon Less of men. But if thy heart shall uphold my verse then truly I live on.. Good ending