| «To see a world in a grain of sand
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| And a heaven in a wild flower
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| Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
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| And eternity in an hour…»
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| …But the poet failed
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| And the carsons withered
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| No more than earth upon my grave
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| For what can there be left
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| Of our time bereft
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| When all but life is slain
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| And the hours were always against us
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| Night and day
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| Could not be bent to prolong our stay
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| And despite our countless efforts
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| To dethrone the reign of time
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| The hour came that we so feared
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| And now the light escaped my eye
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| As your words is strength escape my ear
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| For now I know…
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| That this is no test of courage
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| No purpose left for all this pain
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| To which a fool would only adhere to
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| When there’s no prizes left to claim
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| And 'neath these ever-longing shadows
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| Your loving words I cannot hear
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| For my flame has died
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| And the beasts are drawing near…
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| With an expired flame, I shan’t go on
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| This time I’ll let the swans sing my song… |