Imagined voices, and beloved, too,of those who died, or of those who arelost unto us like the dead.Sometimes in our dreams,they speak to us;sometimes in its thought,the mind will hear them.And with their sound for a momentthere return sounds fromthe first poetry of our life—like music, in the night,far off, that fades away.© C. P. Cavafy Kavafis
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