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DEATH IS DELIGHTFUL
Death is delightful. Death is dawn,The waking from a weary night
Of fevers unto truth and light.
Fame is not much, love is not much,
Yet what else is there worth the touch
Of lifted hands with dagger drawn?
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Therefore I say, look up; therefore
I say, one little star has more
Bright gold than all the earth of earth.
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