long_forgotten Q Let It Be Forgotten Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long-forgotten snow. Sara Teasdale 000927 ... Q Let It Be Forgotten Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long-forgotten snow. Sara Teasdale (Let's get that e-mail addy right this time.) 000927 ... sister moon Big Lie Small World by Sting I sat down and wrote this letter Telling you that I felt better Since you'd gone and I was free I'm so happy I have so little time to spare now I'm wanted almost everywhere now I make out like Casanova Friends are always coming over I signed my name as if I meant it And sealed it with a kiss and sent it The letter had improved my mood Happy in my solitude But halfway home I changed my tune And when I saw my lonely room The mirror caught my eye When I sit down I cry Big lie, small world It was a big lie, small world I had to intercept that letter Telling you that I was better I raced to catch the postman's van He was leaving as I ran I missed the bus, I missed the train I end up walking in the rain Big dog chased me down the street I hadn't had a bite to eat Feeling sorry for myself And wishing I was someone else I walked across the city 'Cause I couldn't stand your pity Big lie, small world It was a big lie, small world The place you live looks opulent And obviously a higher rent Than our cozy little room I had this sense of doom Your landlord says you're out of town But your new boyfriend's always around The hour was getting late So I sit down and wait Here's the postman with my letter Coming down the path, he'd better Give that thing to me I have to make him see Begging doesn't do the trick He thinks that I'm a lunatic But then who comes upon the scene But your new boyfriend, Mr. Clean I hit the postman, hit your lover Grabbed the letter, ran for cover The police arrived in time for tea Said they'd like to question me But I can only curse my fate I had to face the magistrate It hasn’t been the best of days I'd like to fly away Big lie, small world Big lie, small world It was a big lie, small world Big lie, small world ............................. .beautiful. 011007 ... Bizzar He's long forgotten, a faded image. The sound of his name no longer rolls off my tongue with that familiarity. He is but a stranger to my heart, the same heart that once knew him so well. Once loved him with such depth. That love is long forgotten. When I close my eyes, I can no longer see your face. I think we ruined it when we got comfortable. Comfort = lack of interest. But who cares why we lost it We lost it. And theres no turning back. I dont think either of us would want to anyway. We're long forgotten. 030422 what's it to you? who go blather from