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46827	Barnitz, David Park	The Book of Jade			.txt	text/plain	13228	1315	96	Shall not today's gold to thy shut eyes seem The sun by day and the moon by night weary Thee; Fair love, around thy heart I know When Death shall touch thy body beautiful, Thy beauty shall not wholly end and cease, Even so, thy life shall be a sleep, And the dead things shall nestle in thy hair, And the dust shall profane thy golden crown, And the worms shall consume thy perfect face; Until the white worms shall be one with thee. Now shall thy body that all men hath fired For evermore thy spirit shall have sleeping. If thou art not a dead corpse in thy sky, And thou, Death, if thy face be really fair, How long, O God, shall these dead corpses rave? And in thy heart the worms lie evermore. O goat-face--Shall I say what was thy death? That thing shall be thy prize.	./cache/46827.txt	./txt/46827.txt