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would that i grieve
the weight of your voice
the warmth of the sun
in your smile
a breeze of breath
recalled to a sigh
where promise we left
wherever tomorrow
remembers me yours
as rain from the roof
falling down
as sunlight spilt
even now by the barn
and carved
through the pines
a careless goodbye
was never intended
the way
turning home
forgotten how sweet
to arrive

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