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Myosotis. — 1 Forget me not!’' 
The prayer of every heart which has loved ! 
Forget not—ah, forget not me , 
When evening shades descend! 
For then my thoughts still turn to thee, 
My fondly cherished friend, 
As in those days of guileless youth, 
When this was deemed our test of truth. 
And now the twilight never falls 
Upon our dreary earth, 
But to my heart it still recalls, 
Those days of hope and mirth, 
When filled with youth, and winged with glee, 
Months flew Like hours, to thee and me. 
