Alas, he writes no more,
he has reached his homeland's shore.
Darkness has taken him to the other side,
and in knowing this the Mistress cried.
We are kindred spirits, he and I,
he was always shout and I am gentle sigh.
I his pupil, ever looking for hidden meaning,
fathoming his thoughts, absorbed in gleaning.
What things he taught me of life and love,
he teaches now to those souls above.
Those lessons I learned I will ever keep,
your miles are over, now you may sleep.
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