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I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know.
None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.
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Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.