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with strength and ferocity
and bitter, weary tears
our bones are but dust
our heart only blood
and realize this we must
as we struggle to love
your memory is bitter
and yet it is beautiful
because for an instant
you taught me to love
love: (n.) a generic term of endearment for all human beings
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