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...has been ravaged by time and neglect What beauty once grew here, the berries and the roses and the scent of the chammomile hanging sweet in the air. But where is that aroma now that rides the evening breeze? It whipsers stories in my ear, and tangles my hair -- This is the reek of absence, of memories slow to die, The shadows of hours and hours spent on his knee while he'd show me how to make the ...

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