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When I am long in my eternal repose
Will you still miss me?
When the leaves dash against your window, unaccountably
Will you pause?
When the clouds blanket the sun, though a shadow passes over
Will you wonder?
When a cold spot lingers near your bed in the heat of summer
Will you shiver, just a bit?
When a favorite book flutters from my desk to the floor
Will you simply turn away?
When from the corner of your eye, you glimpse a movement
Will you deny, it might have been I?