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Here's a poem by Siegfried Sassoon, my alter ego's alter ego:
"When I'm alone"the words tripped off his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
"When I was young," he said; "when I was young. . . ."
I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we're alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet and talk,
And blow the candles out, and say good night.
Alone. . . . The word is life endured and known.
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown.
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