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I told them how my wife had fallen into sickness and to calling out her
name with questions on her tongue. We had always been so happy that at
first I wasn't sad because I thought my love could keep her strong. But I
never thought so wrongly for the fever fought too strongly and it seemed
she never fought at all. Soon she died, and I despaired upon the love seat
we had shared so many times on pleasant afternoons. I tried and tried to
understand why love itself could not command my true love fromhe comas of
her mind. Now, empty, open and foreboding, stretching out like darkened
clothing somehow stained with silence and with fear. Death had brought its
separation, giving me an education of a dull and slowly drifting day. I
filled my emptiness with sorrow, taking what I could not borrow fromhe
friends I finally drove away. "Yes, my life was nearly ruined, till I saw
what you were doing. Now I strive to keep on serving you. Life is good but
I am better, for I feel at last I let her go because I finally found the
truth. Sadly now, I see the answer. All her life she was a dancer, but no
one ever played the song she knew."
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