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To those we can only love in passing |
| You who wander willing through the autumn gate and never see the sunshine on the other side of snow: This is in remembrance thereof. You who lingered in the arch of heartbreak, Cried for lovers without worry on their pounding hearts: This is in remembrance thereof. Those that trespassed on the tender grounds of wonder With the aim of evil diagnoses on their lips: This is in remembrance thereof. You who held my hand and said we owned forever, Then wandered, crying, through the autumn gate alone: This is in remembrance thereof. |