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And from Herself, speaking about a poem she'd written on the afterlife, recalling the one below (yes, Rose, it's on its way to you soon! -- I've been searching some old threads I've saved):
Maz in thread:
I meant the Big One to mean the Big Question--what happens to us after death. I read a very old poem when I was a child:
When I think on thinges three. I can't find that version with google, but this looks like an older version:
Wanne Ich thenche thinges thre
Ne mai neure blithe be.
That oon is Ich sal awe.
That other is Ich ne wot wilk day.
That thridde is mi meste kare:
I ne woth nevre wuder I sal fare.
Please forgive my quick translation:
When I think on matters three,
I may never happy be.
The first is that I must away,
the second: I know not the day.
The third thing gives me my most woe:
I know not whither I shall go.
Regards, Maz
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