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I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR Shadow and mirage are thesame; The former is never a substance And the latter never an oasis. But the death of a child is both: Hope is dashed and respite betrayed Leaving only behind the pain of rising utility That often comes from the nostalgia of reality... I mourn with you Professor.

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