.Specters move like pilot flames
Their widow's toast
It's Saint-Angel
Better times collide with now
The tears were warm
I feel them still
Their heat to vapor and disperse
And cloud our eyes with weary glaze
You raise your glass and may exclaim
"I'll put my han.
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