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Apr 2019
There’s life, of course
Inevitably there is death
And then
There is the final death
We live and we die
The living remember and celebrate the dead
The dead live on through tales told by the living
When you’re talked of and in memory of,
You live on ~
In death.
When no one speaks of the dead,
To carry on their legacy,
The dead then have reached
The Final Death.
Will you remember me?
Rachel
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