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DEATH IS... by BENJAMIN ROSENBAUM

First Line: I SHALL NOT WEEP THOUGH I MAY NEVER HEAR
Last Line: DEATH IS A SLIPPING UP WHITE STAIRS TO LIGHT.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
I SHALL not weep though I may never hear
Still words, again, that lifted off my fear
At winter dusk. . . I shall go slowly blown
Down trails of wind, and sing my songs alone.
Star mist will come and whispers through the night:
@3Death is a slipping up white stairs to light.@1



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