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So here we all stand no wiser than we need be

grasping for the sun, passing shadows to others

aspiring and assuming, astounding by contrast

reflecting a beautiful but borrowed light.


When the Reaper will lift us up and will weigh us

and will utterly undeceive us

will we know the inner worth of our journey

Then we will be no longer we




Beda's death song