Vestiges of a half-forgotten dream:--
Achingly sweet strains of a farewell theme,
Ghostly shapes and shadows did pass me by;
All seemed to be floating up to the sky.
Rudely awakened by a siren's blare,
I stumbled toward my window to stare:-
Excellent view of the ambulance crew,
Stretched on the stretcher was someone I knew...
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