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DEATH
Storm and strife and stress,
Lost in a wilderness,
Groping to find a way,
Forth to the haunts of day
Lost in a wilderness,
Groping to find a way,
Forth to the haunts of day
Sudden a vista peeps,
Out of the tangled deeps,
Only a point—the ray
But at the end is day.
Out of the tangled deeps,
Only a point—the ray
But at the end is day.
Dark is the dawn and chill,
Daylight is on the hill,
Night is the flitting breath,
Day rides the hills of death.
Daylight is on the hill,
Night is the flitting breath,
Day rides the hills of death.
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