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".. and show me another plot of land where

just for a moment I dawdled and losing sight

of you let go your hand ... show me that fooprint.

.. we pass this way but once, you took nothing

with you, and so I , with tears, and regret,  pursue

the same path, the space you left.

There are no words, you carried them with you,

four hundred sunsets, there, we counted them all,

and in each one I suspected you were at the end

of the garden , staring at the horizon, taking a 

journey I will one day follow. ... goodbye son."

 

 

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