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First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes and then our fears - and when These are dead the debt is due Dust claims dust - and we die too.

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And in a mad tranceStrike with our spirit's knifeInvulnerable nothingsWe decayLike corpses in a charnelFear & GriefConvulse is & consume usDay by dayA...more

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The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one sho...more

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No more let life divide what death can join together.

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Joy, joy, joy!Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers,And the future is dark, and the present is spread,Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumbe...more