Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle workshop of nature, in the eternal movement, yea shall find yourselves again.
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.
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