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" If seasons diseases be, consider human's too, his fate same it's true
Rudest time steels, and murders through fever, pain, amid all in woe.
Swelling then cold, yet numb, in young and old, fearing wildest swell,
See it turns the sweetest singers throats, and morrow, a garland will.
On ‘Seasons A Dirge’-A Dirge
For A Diseased Friend Who Died Of Fever In 2013 "
― Nithin Purple , Halcyon Wings: 'these Passions Feathers Are Gathering on a Winged Vision'