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The River of Death | ||
| Death's a river deep and wide. One must reach the other side. Over there the view is great And the loved ones stand and wait. Anguished bodies find release And the soul at last has peace. Crossing may be swift or slow! Maybe doctors ease the blow. It is hard on those behind, Crying till they're nearly blind. Yet they know that death can be Blessing in infinity. | ||
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