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Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
The glances over cocktails
That seemed to be so sweet
Don't seem quite so amorous
Over Shredded Wheat
The grave's a fine and private place,
but none, I think, do there embrace.
-- Andrew Marvell
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