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 Unforgotten by Robert William Service 
						I know a garden where the lilies gleam,And one who lingers in the sunshine there;
 She is than white-stoled lily far more fair,
 And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream!
 
 I know a garret, cold and dark and drear,
 And one who toils and toils with tireless pen,
 Until his brave, sad eyes grow weary -- then
 He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer.
 
 And ah, it's strange; for, desolate and dim,
 Between these two there rolls an ocean wide;
 Yet he is in the garden by her side
 And she is in the garret there with him.
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