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I thought of the faces you mentioned: their thinness, the way they smiled in the sunlight, the way they were sometimes harsh and sometimes patient. I thought of the voices which had spoken to you like a wind through a field, and then had passed away. 'And yet,' I said, 'after all this, why should you be sad? You are young. There are so many things. The world will give you new faces, new voices.'