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The fragile fabric of our dream / Drifts as a feather down life's stream --
The long defile of empty days / Grim silhouetted, mock my gaze.
Though oft escapes the stifled sigh, / A desert ever broods my eye --
Since you have utterly forgot, / God grant that I remember not!