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Death, to the Dead for Evermore

Word Count: 180    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

the dead f

the last, the b

is mortal j

ost, comes smil

ets us, on that

piping bird no

the etern

he still

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“I ASK good things that I detest, With speeches fair; Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast, But hear my prayer.”