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Why did Rareș not join his sibling when the years began to take their toll? What life did he live so worthy of death? Did he set a headstone for Ioan when ey uploaded to fund his education? Did he mourn when his sibling did not write him as frequently as he would have liked?
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It is all so terribly tragic, but I do \emph{not} pity them.
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\clearpage
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\subsection*{Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars}
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\begin{verse}
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Of course it is strange to inhabit the Earth no longer,\\
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To follow no longer the customs so newly acquired,\\
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To invest no longer with future humanity\\
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Such promising things as roses,\\
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\ldots\\
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And being dead is full of the labor of catching up,\\
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As one gradually acquired a sense of eternity.—\\
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But the living always make the mistake of too sharp a distinction.\\
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\ldots\\
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In the end, they need us no longer, those taken in youth.\\
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One gradually weans oneself from the earthly\ldots\\
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\ldots{} But we,\\
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Who need such great mysteries, for whom out of grief\\
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So often comes blessed improvement—: \emph{could} we be without them?
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\end{verse}
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— Rainer Maria Rilke
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