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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale: With better grain.
The Unseen
Death went up the hall
Unseen by every one,
Trailing twilight robes
Past the nurse and the nun.
He paused at every door
And listened to the breath
Of those who did not know
How near they were to Death.
Death went up the hall
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