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Iraq War Grief Daily Witness (photo) Day 1

image caption: A father kisses his dead daughter as he closes her eyes at a hospital in Falluja, east of Baghdad, April 30, 2005. A rocket exploded in Falluja killing the girl and injuring ten other people according to local witnesses and doctors. REUTERS/Mohanned Faisal

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Death
by Thomas Hood

It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply
In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night;
That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite,
And all life’s ruddy springs forget to flow;
That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite
Be lapp’d in alien clay and laid below;
It is not death to know this — but to know
That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves
In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go
So duly and so oft — and when grass waves
Over the pass’d-away, there may be then
No resurrection in the minds of men.

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