SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space-- 
In Twilight-land--in No-man's land-- 
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, 
And bade each other stand. 

"And who are you?" cried one a-gape, 
Shuddering in the gloaming light. 
"I know not," said the second Shape, 
"I only died last night!" 


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