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ShortVersion I couldn't be with you when you died. Sorry, I was toiling day and night on the title of a poem I didn't have time to show you. You really would have liked it. Even if the poem itself wasn't the strongest, I wascounting on the title to prop it up from above, to set it right even, and to sanction it as sometimes happens, I don't know if the nurse ever had time to give you the news because when I called it was already late, though finally she took the whole message. 9 ...