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Let It Be Forgotten
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was stinging gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, be will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a bushed footfall In a long-forgotten snow.
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What Though Life Conspire To Chear You
When though life conspire to cheat you, Do not sorrow or complain. Lie still on the day of pain, And the day of joy will greet you.
Hearts live in the coming day. There's an end to passing sorrow. Suddenly all flies away, And delighjt returns tommorrow. - Pushkin
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