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Forgotten are the sorrows which once caused her heart to grieve,

Like to the wealth of golden light that flooded yestereve.

She came, and now is gone – a short while of the day

Was hers to live, to sorrow, strive, to love- to pass away (?)

René Desor, Melbourne 1930

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