The death of a person is just like the ceasing of one whirling pattering of water in the sea before it shapes into another.
Apply this to who you think you are.
(clue: there is nothing that you are not)
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Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.
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