ille tamen Parcis fragiles urgentibus annos te vultu moriente videt linguaque cadente murmurat; in te omnes vacui iam pectoris efflat reliquias, solum meminit solumque vocantem exaudit, tibique ora movet, tibi verba relinquit et prohibet gemitus consolaturque dolentem.
But even as the Parcae urge his frail years, his dying gaze sees you and his failing tongue murmurs your name. All that is left of his empty breast he breathes on you, you only he remembers, your call only he catches, for you moves his lips, for you leaves words, forbidding lament and comforting your grief.
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