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Stephen Vincent Benet - MemoryStephen Vincent Benet - Memory
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They can have the names and the dates, It will do them little service. They can open the locked chest And steal the wine and the gold. There is nothing to be said But this the clasp of her body Was better than milk to the child Or wisdom to the old. We die with our first breath. And, if we die, what matter? There was a ghost in the flesh, A ghost that went and came. Though the moon burn like a lamp It will not be that brightness— I said her name in my sleep, Waking, I said her name.
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