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Death be not proud ; though some have called thee mighty & dreadful. Thou art slaves to fate ; chance kings, and desperate men , but thou can not stop me . One short sleep and then I awake eternally , because I promised you we would be together again .
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
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Death be not proud ; though some have called thee mighty & dreadful. Thou art slaves to fate ; chance kings, and desperate men , but thou can not stop me . One short sleep and then I awake eternally , because I promised you we would be together again .
tonie-a-booker
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
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