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Who can remember everything they've been?
Who could abide to, that's more what I mean:
The bad we've done we still feel we're to blame for,
Since what in us led up to it's still there;
The moments where the good was, that we came for,
We won't remember - either we don't care
For now we're on to more of the same or better,
Or else we try to not see what we've lost.
(We can't afford to count how much life cost.)
Remembrance could go anywhere we let her,
I almost think, would we but let her out;
But that we'd ever do that, that I doubt.

So it must spring on us, since we won't seek it,
As if the past were one big dirty secret.