Its the constant pendulum hanging over us. Death, when we really are aware of it, it alters everything we do. We are not masters but food for nature. Such a great poem.
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Its the constant pendulum hanging over us. Death, when we really are aware of it, it alters everything we do. We are not masters but food for nature. Such a great poem.
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