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Sycamores [312]
Sycamores
Whither old sycamores of my mother's childhood;
how long since they cut down our elm?
Whither cold tears I spilled hidden in the closet;
how vast the regrets I still shed?
Whither warm loaves of bread my grandmother baked;
how long can fragrances linger?
Whither new memories I can never remember;
how do those sycamores persist?
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