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When the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's
Stiffen in darkness, left alone To crumble in our separate night;
When your swift hair is quiet in death,

The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, a man come home
One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth,
Then, alas