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"Years on years I but half-remember . . . / Man is a torch, then ashes soon, / May and June, then dead December, / Dead December, then again June. / Who shall end my dream's confusion? / Life is a loom, weaving illusion . . .
One thing, I remember: / Spring came on forever, / Spring came on forever," / Said the Chinese nightingale. / --VACHEL LINDSAY