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Can Death be life, when life itself is but a dream. A sleep
To die. Just to awake.
Bliss, a delusion
Woe his future scenes
visions of the phantoms roam
Undefined pass lead a dream
Transient pleasures forsake his path

His future doom which is but to awake.
He thinks he views alone.






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