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Ideal and beloved voices
of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them. And with their sound for a moment return other sounds from the first poetry of our life -- like distant music that dies off in the night.
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