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After
An end is never the end,
A caretaker to tired ones they tend.
A dreamless slumber which takes more or few,
Which then the caretaker takes them to bid adieu.
As waters run and thoughts flow,
soon to find themselves next in row.
As those who are noble decide one's fate,
None will know of their fate.

Author: There is a lot more to this. Should I make a sub part?
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