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Lost Friends
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Feb. 10, 2002 ]
10:48 PM
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Beyond the drowsy days The gay, confused nights, In flourishing silence Old memories run into regretful stillness; An uneasy paleness, Bleaching the hurt into another dye That stains the cloth yet unwoven, The cloth yet unmade, The cloth far beyond completion.
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wax
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wane
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