in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yesin time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)and in a mystery to be
(when time from timeshall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me–E. E. Cummings
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