His soaring vaunt escaped the blooming ears of us, He's gone, he's dead, he's dirt, he disappears from us! Be this the death of highest thrust of human all? The flaming end of bright and shining crewmen all?Destroyed? His road is run? It's but a bend of it; Make no mistake, this only seems. (R. A. Lafferty)

His soaring vaunt escaped the blooming ears of us, He's gone, he's dead, he's dirt, he disappears from us! Be this the death of highest thrust of human all? The flaming end of bright and shining crewmen all?Destroyed? His road is run? It's but a bend of it; Make no mistake, this only seems.

R. A. Lafferty

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