Think of your life and its slither to vanish,
Think of the bliss of the grave
Where never reach the echoes of sorrow,
Nor reverberate ebbs of agony and cry;
There visit not the cares of tomorrow,
And the short-lived joys of earth never go
To that private place that knows no woe!
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Great voice in writing! Have a beautiful Christmas from Greece!