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[hazathin]

What could all one do to remind them of when
their tongue worked in air
and could praise of the greatness it knew

Of the time when the eyes always scanning the world
rested on one other pair of all
and the vision emblazoned itself onto the orb
whilst none others remain
is there regardless to stay

When hands now turned cold
bristled with warmth in the calmness of others
and were smooth as the fluid they held

What would the mind do to remind it of when
the mute tongue could speak words for the many lost years
the blind eyes could see for the same
and the insensitive hands could feel the life that they held
if only... if ever... to save it from some sort of pain

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