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over! (And, heart, for all your sighing,That gladness and those tears are over, over. . . .) And has the truth brought no new hope at all, Heart, that you’re weeping yet for Paradise? Do they still whisper, the old weary cries? “?*Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival,21 Through laughter, through the roses, as of oldComes Death, on shadowy and relentless feet,Death, unappeasable by prayer or gold; Death is the end, the end!” Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greetDeath as a friend! Exile of immortality, strongly wise,
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