Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph -- green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.
Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
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