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NOTHING IS LOST by GRACE MADELON FRAME

First Line: ON A CRESCENT BEACH WHEN THE MOON HANGS LOW
Last Line: OF LONG-LOST MUSIC -- KIN TO PAIN.
On a crescent beach when the moon hangs low,
An echo comes from the long-ago;
Awakening in my heart a strain
Of long-lost music -- kin to pain.



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