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I have heard it said we are the uninvited.We are the unwelcome.We should take our misfortune elsewhere.But I hear your mother’s voice,over the tide.and she whispers in my ear,”Oh, but if they saw, my darling.Even half of what you have.If only they saw.They would say kinder things, surely.