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Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let thy voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day. ---Alfred Tennyson
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak. Alfred Lord Tennyson "In Memoriam A.H.H."
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and for ever. Alfred Lord Tennyson
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