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    "text": "Death, be not proud, though some have called thee",
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    "text": "Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.",
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    "text": "From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be,",
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    "text": "And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?",
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    "text": "One short sleep past, we wake eternally,",
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