Death Comes On Every Passing Breeze, He Lurks In Every Flowe

Death Comes On Every Passing Breeze, He Lurks In Every Flowe

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Death comes on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril -- every hour.
--Reginald Heber

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