Doctor Zhivago
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:14:51
Now is life's artful triumph
of vanities destroyed...

:14:55
...for the spirit has vanished
from its tabernacle...

:14:58
...its clay groweth black.
:15:00
The vessel is shattered, voiceless,
emotionless, dead.

:15:04
Committing which unto the grave,
let us beseech the Lord...

:15:09
...that He will give her eternal rest.

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