if you love something, let it go.
If it comes back to you it's yours,
if it doesn't, it never was.
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue,
The dream-child moving through a land,
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast-
And half believe it true
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