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“... what he has said,
has written and has done.
The speaking ends. The casket is closed, and we file
from the dim twilight of the chapel out into the glare of the
sunlit street, meeting streams of people coming from a nearby
larger hall where memorial services have also been held.
The procession forms and we fall in line, thousands of us,
marching behind the hearse, on towards the river and the
bridge. At the bridge the procession halts. The hearse and
the accompanying carriages alone pass across on their way
to the crematorium.
Slowly, we disperse....
FINIS....”
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