Upon Concluded Lives
Upon Concluded Lives
There’s nothing cooler falls
Than Life’s sweet Calculations
The mixing Bells and Palls
Make Lacerating Tune
To Ears the Dying Side
‘Tis Coronal and Funeral
Saluting in the Road
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