Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
Life must go on, Though good men die.
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