wednesday april 17 2013

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and still we hear their distant song

on nights when the purple breezes sigh

then come whispers not of night and dark

but their harmony hints at a repose

in shadows and the corners of our memories

they salute us and bid us remember

the rest whose days now are sad

for they cannot sing the same words

because they know not yet

the song

 

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