e. e. Cummings Poem

As rooms are separated by a curtain,

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As rooms are separated by a curtain,
So are our lives; yes, like those rooms; the first
One is our present life; the second is
Our life to come,—our better life in Heaven;
The separating curtain,—it is death.

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DEDICATED TO DEAR NANA CLARKE

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