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At Least Once

At least Once lay your body in a boneyard. While you are young enough rest with the remains of the dead, perhaps lean against a mournful angel. Soon the fear of non-survival or survival will leave you. Heaven and hell will both pass away like smoke from a cigarette, you will commence to relax like a well-loved woman.

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