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5.194
13.vii.24
open your eyes
it’s all world
else nowhere but
the day is all day
however brief
a stretch to reach
grim death facing
the march of stars
times fold a word in
or say
salute a fire
it’s with the gone
all must remain
it’s duty bids us on
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