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He who would forever lead,
Dream of death so that one may live,
And you will enjoy every last breath.
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See AllWhen the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
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The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
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