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Oct 2016
For each of us the fate has meted out length of living,
And, inevitably, at certain day and hour unforgiving,
The Messenger of Death, Finality's Ambassador,
- The man, all dressed in black, appears at the door,
Reminding that approaches end of life's short play,  
And ordering to write a requiem without a delay.
Written by
PrinceAlexander
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