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| Manuel Fajar 2005-03-12 ch 1,   | a mausoleum cold was once a love, thought to have been born with eternity, a constancy through time to care for us, inviting in its shady reposed ways, a sculpture of one's youth outside remind, infrequent visitors that time stands still, a little only for foundations deep, but even those it sweeps aside to pass. |