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I wonder most of dark unknown
such fate incurred by tripping stone
The future greet in dust and bone
where dwell in silence all alone

To unseen future is there more
than darkness black of closing door
as from the light it swiftly tore
or into other forms to pour

As incarnate we enshroud
in solemn grace with our heads bowed
to other life be endowed
or into unknown darkness vowed


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