| on death |
[Jan. 18th, 2010|01:42 pm] |
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Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
/John Keats/ |
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