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the dark comes, “Is this the end?” I pray; No answer from the night, And then once more the day. I take the world again Upon my neck and go Pace with the serious hours. Since fate will have it so, Begone, dead man, unclasp Your hands from round my heart, I and my burden pass. You and your peace depart.