You'll find - it when you try to die - The Easier to let go - For recollecting such as went - You could not spare - you know. And though their places somewhat filled - As did their Marble names With Moss - they never grew so full - You chose the newer names -
And when this World - sets further back - As Dying - say it does - The former love - distincter grows - And supersedes the fresh -
And Thought of them - so fair invites - It looks too tawdry Grace To stay behind - with just the Toys We bought - to ease their place -
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