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An Elegy
An Elegy
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To touch your hand across rough pages
To feel your steady pulse near my own
Was worth the agony of ten ages
Spent wanting you, but always alone
You gave me strength when I had none
For myself, eyes soft, yet resolved and clear
You bore many burdens, but you'd not be undone
Like Copy Unsend You stood firm, year after bloody year
