There's no end to those that are taken away,
against which one's own passing is participated,
arrow-goaled, specified, before one even dies.
Our one lease's recall, clearest thing in all our life,
into each one's life is always infiltrating new.
To it we build a common mask and name. But those
pass away; and they that we knew, once among
the dead, reveal; are newly enamoured
to us, in ways that make our lives no longer ours.
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