"When the golden sun is setting
And your mind from care is free
When of others you are thinking
Will you sometimes think of me.
When the golden sun is setting
And the birds are flitting free
When of dear ones you are thinking
Won’t you sometimes think of me.
Think of me when you are happy
Keep for me one little spot
In the depth of thine affection
Plant a sweet forget me not."
(From a Victorian autograph book
8 January 2012 at sunset
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