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i make my shroud, but no one knows
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
when i returned at sunset
afraid no more, i say
within my hand i hold
one sweetly solemn thought
let us pity those who are better off than we are
all down the years
quietly, with reverance, in awe

 



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