Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, Outspread and motionless, — A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night, Or an old house in a forest, — or a child. Forgetfulness is white, — white as a blasted tree, And it may stun the sybil into prophecy, Or bury the Gods. I can remember much forgetfulness.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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