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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUHtr_YEOhk

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"Don't forget to grieve."

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A small child

From another life

Waves farewell, fading

Into the background

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As his counterpart sets out -

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Slight fingered, small, 

With simple clothing, 

A simple haircut, and 

Easy, sun-bleached hair.

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"Don't forget to be sad."

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"You'll be gone for a long time,"

"So don't forget to cry."

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His small voice echoes out, 

A painless tenor, 

An unblemished note.

As he speaks, his lips do not move.

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It's easy to dismiss a child, and I do,

Especially when - as he quietly waves 

Goodbye - he deigns, so, to proffer

Such juvenile advice.

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I have no idea what he could mean

And so I ignore him; I bite down 

Until my jaw locks, 

Face into the cold, snapping wind.

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It's no surprise I've grown older

      everyday, since then.

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