| There’s really not so much to tell.
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| She was 29, showing signs of doing well
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| for herself.
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| She never spoke of feeling sad.
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| Was, oh, so close with the family and friends
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| she had around her.
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| But she went quietly.
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| She didn’t make a sound.
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| She went quietly
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| with the wish not to be found.
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| She went quietly
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| without a word of where.
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| Just a note that wrote:
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| «Forgetting is easier.»
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| Years have fallen since the day
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| she wrote the note and chose to float away
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| into the Ether.
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| Someone said they saw her south
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| at the coast on the river’s mouth,
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| but only briefly.
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| 'Cause she went quietly.
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| She didn’t make a sound.
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| She went quietly
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| with the wish not to be found.
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| She went quietly
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| without a word of where.
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| Just a note that wrote:
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| «Forgetting is easier.»
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| She went quietly.
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| She didn’t make a sound.
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| She went quietly
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| with the wish not to be found.
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| She went quietly
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| without a word of where.
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| Just a note that wrote:
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| «Forgetting is easier.»
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| Out of the blue, in the pouring rain,
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| to my doorstep, old and cold today she came,
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| with her story.
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| I asked her in, but she declined.
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| Had just one, single thing to get off her mind.
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| And, that was, «Sorry.» |