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In
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| What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere; The smallest sprout shows there is really no death; And if ever there was, it lead forward life, And does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward - nothing collapses; And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier - Walt Whitman, "Leaves of Grass" |