What is gone is gone they say;
The tears in the eyes mean
Something bad has passed.
Let the flowing river flow
Let the setting sun set
Let the aging bird age
Let the dying little lamb
Die in its pen,
of cold perhaps
Let the hot flowers wither
Let passing time pass
Let let let.
I let the setting sun set;
I do so to forget--
To forget is the beginning
Of the remembrance of things past.
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Beautiful and evocative of my favourite Proust
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