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Recipient Unknown
Old ones weep at his courtesy.
Rest remember it. Come nearer
a crocus my only one a bloom.
A criminal thing a silver
scruple the same crescent. Richard
does not seem as he did. Primrose is
gone, perhaps the same Train.
When it came found friends
in the Wilderness. Know the sun,
be strange, such a Bridge.
Teach us to miss you less.
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