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Death

Is a spirit that you Let go on your first day Here, and he is flying Around, waiting, waiting. He will return on a day that You do not want him, When you are old and frail. Then, the harpy seduces you Into his grasp, and Carries you down into The afterlife. But can we Stop this and live forever? Possibly, but most probably not. For it is a chain, with Unbreaking links that Are harder than every Blow humans have dealt it. The one thing that Has broken the chain Is love. Love, it is the One that never dies.

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