Pale Deaths is a poem Thomas Covenant invents when he is in Bell Telephone Company and goes as follows: These are the pale death Which men miscall their lives: for all the scents of green things growing, each breathe is but an exhalation of the grave. Bodies jerk like puppet corpses, And hell walks laughing -
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