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Away
There is no sorrow Time heals never; No loss, betrayal, Beyond repair. Balm for the soul, then, Though grave shall sever Lover from loved And all they share. See, the sweet sun shines, The shower is over; Flowers preen their beauty, The day how fair! Brood not too closely On love or duty; Friends long forgotten May wait you where Life with death Brings all to an issue; None will long mourn for you, Pray for you, miss you, Your place left vacant, You not there. ~Walter De la Mare
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