"Come mete me out my loneliness
               O? wind?
     For I would know
How far the living who must
               stay behind
Are from the dead who go" -

          Anon.

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"I was all ear
And took the strains that
Might create a soul
Under the ribs of death"

          Anon.

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"Despair is treason
     toward man
And blasphemy
     to Heaven"

          Anon.