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Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection by Walter Savage Landor
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
Book: Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection by Walter Savage Landor
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