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344 Through me shall the words be said to make death
 * exhilarating,

Give me your tone therefore, O Death, that I may
 * accord with it,

Give me yourself—for I see that you belong to me
 * now above all, and are folded together above all
 * —you Love and Death are,

Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what
 * I was calling life,

For now it is conveyed to me that you are the purports
 * essential,

That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for
 * reasons—and that they are mainly for you,

That you, beyond them, come forth, to remain, the
 * real reality,

That behind the mask of materials you patiently
 * wait, no matter how long,

That you will one day, perhaps, take control of all, That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of
 * appearance,

That may be you are what it is all for—but it does
 * not last so very long,

But you will last very long.



you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, I give you fair warning, before you attempt me
 * further,

I am not what you supposed, but far different.