He is not dead, this friend – not dead,
But in the path we mortals tread
Got some few trifling steps ahead
And nearer to the end;
So that you too, once past the bend,
Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend
You fancy dead.
Extract from "Consolation" by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
To you, because I care.
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