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My heart goes out to my Creator in love
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet Death
For him to eat up their activity
And give them nothing, which is what they want although
When they are living they do not think so.

Added: 5 Sep 2001 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 10:00 AM | Viewed: 3596 times

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