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A coffin has six sides
A casket only four
When passing to the other side
Who's counting anymore
It's no longer a matter of how much...
No longer a matter of rich or poor
It's occupant feels not the satin touch
It's forever and finally naught but a box
...Just a box and no more...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem