A request
Language: English 
If we should meet, in mercy pass me by,
Give me no word of greeting as you go.
There is so much between us that must die,
Pass on in silence; it were better so.

Touching your hand the past would live again,
Hearing your voice the old dead griefs would rise;
We are not strong enough to bear this pain,
So pass me by with silent down-cast eyes.

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