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A Word (Harry about Sirius)
Left, disappeared, vanished, gone…
Whatever – only not the one
Most terrible and final word
Unbearable for being heard.
When it’s unspoken – hope’s still there.
I won’t resign to this nightmare.
Whatever – only not to learn
The bitter truth of no-return.
Against this truth I’m holding still
I’ll call him and come back he will
To love, to care, to feel the pain –
He’ll shake his hair and fight again.
I won’t surrender, won’t believe –
And he’ll be there, and breathe, and live…
Left, disappeared, vanished, gone…
I know there’s nothing to be done –
It’s past already. Yet I feel
This word aloud will make it real.
I know it – mad as it may sound –
It’s me who’ll cause the mortal wound,
Who’ll kill him when the word is said.
Left, disappeared, vanished…
Dead?…
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