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Sep 2015
Cry not for me,
my loving ones.
I have spent
my time
on this Earth
chasing dreams
as best I could;
working,
struggling,
loving.
I have been through much,
as some may know,
that others will discover
only in retelling.
If there is a heaven,
perhaps it knows;
these old bones
are weary
and yearn for their rest.
So cry not for me,
my loving ones,
for I am surrounded
by the ones I love,
who I too will sorely miss.
Not farewell,
I hope,
but rather, till we meet again.”
Havran
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Havran
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     --- and Elisa Maria Argiro
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