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I forgot today,
as if it had been blown away.
I forgot this morn,
half pass of the sun,
and the eve when it is gone.
I forgot the sound of waking bell,
and the shot of sleeping smells.
I forgot the grueling working hours,
and the ones tilling poppy flowers.
I forgot my nightly prayer,
and will never wake to figures aired.

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