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"Then he saw a shirt come down out of the sky. He walked and saw it fall, arms waving like nothing in this life".

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! Yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp? E. A. Poe