Can I learn from what they taught the disheveled nature of mourning?
These images press together the very thing they are, the evening star
encouraging thought, an address where the ageless assemble,
that perfumed perfection mirrored in a spring rain
settling now on the limestone quarried near this spot. Their sweet
society sings and avows presence; though far off they are ever nigh.
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