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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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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