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Life is river is board is track is open channel
where turning off course is impossible
because life doesn't give a truce, complains, loves
and throws on you all the comings and goings
yet to come.
Don't sleep, sleep is the prelude to death -
as has been said and written about her,
for thus is lived this dubiety: sleep and vigil.
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