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Hold fast to dreams，
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That can never fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen only with snow
My last will?---Joe Hill
my will is easy to decide,
For there is nothing to divide.
My kin don't need to fuss and moan-
"Moss does not cling to rolling stone."
My body? Oh, if I could choose,
To ashes I'd let it reduce,
And let the merry breeze blow
My dust to where some flowers grow.
Perhaps some fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again.
This is my last and final will,
Good luck to all of you!
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