I have no memory of who I once was and I don't remember your name. I remember crying over you, but I'm a better woman for having gone through. I don't need words to say what I mean, I don't remember your name.
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The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell
