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"Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Called him soft names in many a mused rhymed,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain."
-John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

"He had already learned there was only one day at a time and that it was always the day you were in."
-Ernest Hemingway

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