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Forgetting
A clock keeps striking
And the echoes move in files
Their faces have been lost
Flowers of salt
Tongues from lost languages
Doorways closed with pieces of night.
W.S. Merwin
(For Bob, Peter, Danny, Richie)
You left just as the stars were beginning to go
You left as the colors, sand and rocks
And the shades of late summer.
W.S.Merwin
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