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                  Let It Be Forgotten  by Sara Teasdale   Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,  Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold. Let it be forgotten forever and ever,  Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.  If anyone asks, say it was forgotten  Long and long ago,  As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long-forgotten snow.
 
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