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Scattered Weep, not for us, dear one, yet, consecrate love’s everlasting triumph over frailty, our souls’ dark passage through night. displeasure me not with grieving beloved, our mortal lives lie spent, strewn from the hand of death’s hard grasp—scattered. Etheree poetry form
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