Can death be sleep when life is but a dream
And scenes of buss pass as a phantom by?
The transcient pleasures as a vision seem
And yet we think the greatest pains to die
How strange it is that man on earth should roam
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path, nor dare he view alone
His future doom, which is but to awake
- keats
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