And so it stays just on the edge of vision / A small, unfocused blur, A standing chill / That slows each impulse down to indecesion / Most things may never happen: this one will. (Om døden. Fra diktet "Aubade" av Philip Larkin.)
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And so it stays just on the edge of vision / A small, unfocused blur, A standing chill / That slows each impulse down to indecesion / Most things may never happen: this one will. (Om døden. Fra diktet "Aubade" av Philip Larkin.)