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Trulyf in life there must be
A time for ideas —to express
And to love. Beauty lies in
The acceptance of this joy —
A joy to remember although
**Here we must make a separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.
Mind like a floating white cloudy
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances,* Your joy is ours—to hold and to keep Forever,, ,in gratitude we part.
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