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Joachim von Ribbentrop

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Death, death. Now I won't be able to write my beautiful memoirs.
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To Dr. G. M. Gilbert, after receiving the death sentence. Quoted in "Nuremberg Diary" - by G. M. Gilbert - History - 1995

 
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“O Balder, he who fashion’d us,
And bade us live and move,
Shall weave for Death’s sad heavenly hair
Immortal flowers of love.
“Ah! never fail’d my servant Death,
Whene’er I named his name,—
But at my bidding he hath flown
As swift as frost or flame.
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And finds his form, and springs,
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A god shall fall or rise —
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Stone still, with marble eyes.
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Tho’ mortal man he be,
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