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Death
is
but
crossing
the
world,
as
friends
do
the
seas;
they
live
in
one
another
still.
For
they
must
needs
be
present,
that
love
and
live
in
that
which
is
omnipresent.
In
this
divine
glass
they
see
face
to
face;
and
their
converse
is
free,
as
well
as
pure.
This
is
the
comfort
of
friends,
that
thought
they
may
be
said
to
die,
yet
their
friendship
and
society
are,
in
the
best
sense,
ever
present,
because
immortal.
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