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    Image by The Wandering Angel
    I should be glad of loneliness
    And hours that go on broken wings,
    A thirsty body, a tired heart
    And the unchanging ache of things,

    If I could make a single song
    As lovely and as full of light,
    As hushed and brief as a falling star
    On a winter night.

    ~Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)



    Image by laihiu
    Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
    Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
    Let it be forgotten for ever 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.

    ~ Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

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