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Don’t let the world forget

The art of the swallows’ flight at dusk

Or the wonder in a droplet of rain

Or a new Mother’s final struggle

Pushed in pain for innocence

Don’t let it have lost the mistakes

Of youth in all their magnificence

The hurt from absence or the magic of love

Don’t let it forget us as we half stumble,

Half crush the seconds from the minutes

In our rush to hold the days to ransom

Till at your feet they slowly gather dust