Forgotten
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Unwelcome shroud of the forgotten living,
Oblivion’s dreary drain, where art thou healing?
Why deem suffering perceived as feigned or faux.
Cast down thy humbled pride, and self-reproaching woe.
Time hath not yet taught thy mind, so grasp with grace to seek and sway.
Lest our saddening story of sorrow and decay.