You'll find — it when you try to die —
The Easier to let go —
For recollecting such as went —
You could not spare — you know.
And though their places somewhat filled —
As did their Marble names
With Moss — they never grew so full —
You chose the newer names —
And when this World — sets further back —
As Dying — say it does —
The former love — distincter grows —
And supersedes the fresh —
And Thought of them — so fair invites —
It looks too tawdry Grace
To stay behind — with just the Toys
We bought — to ease their place —
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