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It is the first sunrise in eleven years we
Have not shared with you.
The birds still trill their morning abandon
And though as always I am awed by their sounds
I will miss the quiet dignity
With which you faced each dawn-
Then that stoicism, facing the sea
And the splendor of your last, glorious sunset.
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