If

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Poetry

And if I wake up to the glorious nothing
the dreams of night that since died
and gave way to the reality of the day
will the memories finally fade
and go and slip away

And if the love finds resurrection
the heavenly rebirth of what was dead
and blooms once again and grows high
will the ghosts of chilling silence remain
and live and never again die

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