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38. Poem

We moan a loss of something precious 

When its been with us too long

We cry in separation 

As we can't stand to feel the loss

 

A thing that never existed

Was never ever there

From the very beginning 

Till the point of time, now and here

 

How can feel it's absence

When it was never present

It was void since the start

It's here and has always been 

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