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(golden lady, #5)

I can't remember
What I didn't say;
I can't remember
What I didn't do;
  Yet give me a moment to lay
  All these remembrances at your feet
    and pardon me for being indiscreet.

What I didn't say
 Could fill volumes
What I didn't say
 Could have won the day

What I didn't do
  Stretches to infinity
  Yet am I no divinity
And neither are you.

So in solace I will take
  Some small measure of peace
  A chance to renew the lease
Of my tenure on this world.

But what of what you
  Did not say?
What of what you
  Did not do?

Those wounds break apart anew.

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