No, fly me,
fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps
between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come
not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share
one pang of all I felt for thee.
How happy
is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world
forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal
sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r
accepted, and each wish resign'd;
(Eloisa to
Abelard by Alexander Pope)
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