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Deaths Waylaying not the sharpest

 Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
Of the thefts of Time --
There Marauds a sorer Robber,
Silence -- is his name --
No Assault, nor any Menace
Doth betoken him.
But from Life's consummate Cluster -- He supplants the Balm.

by Emily Dickinson
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