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[Are the dead as calm as those]
Are the dead as calm as those
They leave behind them, friends or foes
They leave behind them, friends or foes
However a man may love or fight
Calm he falls asleep at night!
Calm he falls asleep at night!
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Fast the living sleeps and well;
But the spirits—who can tell?
But the spirits—who can tell?
Are they as a rushing flame
For the Sun from whence it came?
For the Sun from whence it came?
Driven on from star to star,
Where the other dead men are?
Where the other dead men are?
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