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If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-recollecting-were-forgetting/
