"Only the dead will not die."
Y. Sh. K.
They alone are left me, only they will stay.
Death will never stab them with its sharp épée.
At the road's turning, at the end of day,
They surround me mutely, trail me on my way.
A covenant between us, a bond that will abide:
Only that which lost I is forever mine.
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