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Dear Honey,
these words have brought me comfort, and I hope they do the same for you. The author was a British poet. I don't have the entire poem, just this section.
"..trouble free you sleep
(and dream, perhaps, of me),
We could not, if we would,
forget each other.
When, in turn, the dark
Shall glaze my eyes, your joyous bark
Will greet me, echoing in the sky.
Till then, dear loving heart, goodbye."
J Walker (1928)
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