What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness. — Lisa M. Klein, Ophelia
What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness. — Lisa M. Klein, Ophelia
What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness. — Lisa M. Klein, Ophelia
What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness. — Lisa M. Klein, Ophelia
What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness. — Lisa M. Klein, Ophelia
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What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness.

— Lisa M. Klein, Ophelia
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