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after reading
now i am older than my vanished friend
words reach across and do not hesitate
i cannot think what led to this long wait
all this long time must come to a sure end
tides have to rise and tides have to abate
now i am older than my vanished friend
we know the moment when light seems to bend
to our command and moments to conflate
into a single sacred sense of fate
now i am older than my vanished friend