Nobody is there to die.
To die,
See, nobody is ready.
Dying is not an act,
But acting is there
And it is sure to die.
All are free,
But not so free
To go anywhere
At any time
With anyone.
Stay cautious men,
You are to guard yourself.
And you are to live here.
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