All beauteous things for which we liveBy laws of time and space decay.But oh, the very reason whyI clasp them, is because they die.
All beauteous things for which we liveBy laws of time and space decay.But oh, the very reason whyI clasp them, is because they die.
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.
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