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It was the first time you ever knew death.
And it was strange to me, in my own misery, because I have seen him so many times. 
We're old friends.
But it occurred to me, seeing the sharp freshness of your pain,
That perhaps the first time, is the hardest. It was the first time you ever knew death. And it was strange to me, in my own misery, because I have seen him so many times. We're old friends. But it occurred to me, seeing the sharp freshness of your pain, That perhaps the first time, is the hardest.
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