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January 24, 2009 in Poems, Time and Eternity | No comments
The dying need but little, dear, – A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone.
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