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by Michael Wayne Hampton Promise to forget me rather than remember me an ugly period a mistake of youth of Innocence brought on restless without forethought of year’s end and The questions to come Swear to me, though I'll never hear To hold genuine what was genuine and forgive the wrong-minded romance if romance is wrong or any joy stolen and once called ours still present crushing under covers Because this much is true, if the world is true that the lost gather the lost as the without crave the missing to shepherd and grieve when minds fail in the quiet that creeps between one day cherished and the next reconciled |
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