Death Is Before Us All
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Peter S. Quinn
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Death is before us all
it comes in slowly,
before its last call
and we then are free.
It's like a wintry go
a breeze from the night,
and you will then know
were it shall abide.
Time might standstill
for you and only you,
keep your mind and will
'till you've gone through.
But where too you go
is a secret in your heart,
and only you'll know
where you again will start.
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