And there are those whose once strode in our steps
And there, in perpetuity, we became one with their bones, seeking from which we could further be
These things in all their beauty wrought
Came without chance or harm for those who loved with remorse,sought
And then there are those places in which we can never be.
And those are the places that blind, I can only see.
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