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Let loneliness be mute. Accuse Only the wind for what you lose. Only the wind has ever known Where anything you lost has gone. It is the wind whose breath shall come To quench tall-flaming trees and numb The narrow bones of birds. It is The wind whose dissipating kiss Disbands the soft-assembled rose. It is the wordless wind that knows Where every kind of beauty goes. And if you lose love in the end Say it was taken by the wind.