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Poem: The Name of Remembrance

My heart desires the name of remembrance,
It is gold, silver, and all things precious,
The promise of a river in driest desert,
It is many words – Firm, Immovable, Fluid.
Teach me the power of this name, of its heart,
I will speak it with reverence absolute.

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