Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

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Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

- W. H. Auden

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