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Death for one ought not mean
death for two. We cannot die of grief unless we will. Love requires us to love life still, Lest love be less than life and death are due. We cannot choose but choose for others, too, For what we choose does what we are distill, And open fields with inner sweetness fill, That those who pass might hope or faith renew. So may your love for loved ones that remain Bring you through this season of despair To some unquiet, sad, but gentle spring. Emerging from your chrysalis of pain, May you find a new world blossomed there With new songs bittersweet that pleasure bring. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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