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image of the suns raus through clouds in a blue skyI answer the heroic question
'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'it is here in my heart and mind and memories'.

 

From - Break, Break, Break

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
and the sound of a voice that is still.

 


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