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491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood Under one Sacrament Show me Division can split or pare— Love is like Life—merely longer Love is like Death, during the Grave Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!
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