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Random poetry in four part harmony:

Who is afraid of death? Thou art of him
And it is dusk on earth.

For if he is gone and I am here, there is no to meet
And space is missing for it was stolen for all time to come
Into the streets of the sky light
walks scattering poems.

She sleeps with death upon her mouth, and a song in her eyes
Who spoke this earth so glad and big, even a thing all small and sad
The people are in their houses.
The hours desended, putting on stars.
A candle is lighted, and it is dark.
Into the streets of the sky light
walks scattering poems.
Time is twisted to lap upon itself forever
His most wise music stole nothing from earth.