On temporary death...
To die a thousand deaths in brief reprieve,
Each breath a plunge, a sweet reprieve to grieve—
Returning, wiser, in what life can leave.
To die a thousand deaths in brief reprieve,
Each breath a plunge, a sweet reprieve to grieve—
Returning, wiser, in what life can leave.
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