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May 31

Companions of the Way (Evening)

If a man keep My saying he shall never see death.

THE door of death is made of gold That mortal eyes can not behold, But when the mortal eyes are closed, And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes, and wondering sees In her mild hand the golden keys.

WILLIAM BLAKE

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