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All things must end.
Some of the sky is visible now, although it's so little that a person who hadn't lived months without it might not even notice; but yet Leland doesn't, even though he can't remember the last time he saw the sun. All he can see are the bodies sprawled before him, rotting with incredible rapidity; all he can hear is the desperate heartbeat of the man ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I think I should feel nothing,
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What compunction is this,
Which fills me with sorrow but leaves no regret?
What is its cause? What is its end?
What makes it familiar, this horrible dread?
Perhaps because, perhaps because
I cannot bury my sorrows-
I shall just have to drown them instead.
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Once Jacob was young; and in those days he would stroll through the flower-fields, pollen collecting in his hair, and dream of when he would join the dancers crowding around the fire on warm evenings-when he would build a house, and that pretty girl he always smiled at would put a wreath around his shoulders so he could take her by the hand and ( Read more... ) -
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Why can I not hear
The words the wind speaks to me?
Something is missing.
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The rain falls in song,
But few can hear it.
I lack the words to answer.
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A still lake speaks softly-
Swimmers laugh;
When does the sun rise?
When it wants.