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610 You'll find—it when you try to die— The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know. And though their places somewhat filled— As did their Marble names With Moss—they never grew so full— You chose the newer names— And when this World—sets further back— As Dying—say it does— The former love—distincter grows— And supersedes the fresh— And Thought of them—so fair invites— It looks too tawdry Grace To stay behind—with just the Toys We bought—to ease their place—
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