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When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
In a world of one color
The sound of wind.
— Matsuo Bashō, , “Winter solitude”
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