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What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
He that lives to forever, never fears dying.
He that lives to forever, never fears dying.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."
I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.
I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.
Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
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Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
