Every Corpse On The Bier
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Every corpse on the bier
Has marveled at sunsets,
Held hands with a beloved,
Drunk toasts to friends old and new
Held the same thoughts we have held;
Had the same fears we were haunted by-
Because every corpse is a future us;
But unlike every man's death,
Ours is a calamity
Of immeasurable proportion.
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