Bring me no memento of the great wars
Tell me nothing of souls heeding Death's call
Show me none of the soldiers' scars
I am the Great Healer, I forget all
Stash away those memorial photographs
Wipe not the covering layers of grime
I forgot all under those epitaphs
I am what they may call: 'a long, long time.'
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