[00:14.745]It feels so strange
[00:17.862]Shameless to think of death
[00:21.660]When none of those one knows has died
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[00:35.140]Last night I dreamt I was dead
[00:39.105]I came running with my dog into the room of the dead
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[00:55.291]There was nothing to be seen
[00:58.234]Only stones and a few bushes
[01:02.224]A landscape that travellers have often spoken of
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[01:18.580]I would rather not die here
[01:21.446]But in my own home, where I was not dead
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[01:42.167]All the death
[01:44.251]All the death
[01:45.566]In the course of a life
[01:51.586]Write about death
[01:53.845]Describe in the poem what you feel, concerning death
[02:02.603]In the face of death I'm like an animal
[02:05.644]And the animal can die, but write nothing
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[02:28.335]The words die like flies
[02:31.487]Their corpses everywhere, swept away from the white paper
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