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To be dead is not to be gone,

But is death really that long?

To be missed is not to be missing,

How long must one be missed to be gone?

For are we there, in the chest,

Of one missing us for being so long gone?

For the one gone, missing, and missed,

How long has he been dead?

To him is it long,

Before he is no longer missed, missing or gone?

But death, is perminent.

So forever, he is missing, missed, gone.