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The abode of the dearest
In the dark I visit still
From fields and hamlet streets
Echoes become vivid dreams
I pretend to run with them
Without pain as I did then
Immerse myself in memory
The nepenthe of the former me
I mourn its silent passing
I long for its precious time
Every one subliminal line
Undying beauty of faded life
