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“
Dove-white dawn illumes life’s worth
As mourners load crow-black hearse
To feed remains to hungry dirt.
From nothing to nothing, from dust to dust.
Life delays, then betrays;
It is death alone that we can trust.
”
― Lorca's Grave
― Lorca's Grave
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