will you talk to me here in the bowels of this long closed library built before my father's eyes saw light and just after the final soldier passed in that insidious war I know you dwell within these walls the timeless, seamless realm of the afterlife talk to me now give me more than a few words though I can hear in them the longing spirit that visits me in not only my dreams but also in the few moments of light as I awaken here we are alone where you need not be afraid tell me of your life of your death of the dreams you had how can I know you from this side?
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