My Thoughts Impelled Me To The Resting-Place Where Sleep My Parents, Many A Friend And Brother. I Asked Them (No One Heard And None Replied): "Do Ye Forsake Me, Too, Oh Father, Mother?" Then From The Grave, Without A Tongue, These Cried, And Showed My Own Place Waiting By Their Side. Moses Ben Esra (About 1100).
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