"When we shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."
(William Shakespear. Romeo and Juliet)
"For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun ?
And when the earth shall claim your limbs then shall you truly dance."
(Kahlil Gibran)
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