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"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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[William Blake] |
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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... |
