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No more let life divide what death can join together.Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.Percy Bysshe Shelley
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And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & GriefConvulse is & consume us Day by day And cold hopes swarm Like worms within Our living clayPercy Bysshe Shelley