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held thee once too tight, perchance. Now thou art gone, like dawn slipping 'fore the eye may see. This place remaineth as I — not whole, but remembering. Love dwelt here; still, it echoes in silence. Yet if thou must wander, let thy steps recall my name.
Updated: 2026-07-09
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