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There's a way of escape through the Gate of Sorrow, / A light at the end of the Path of Pain: / But our joy and our love can have no to-morrow, / And to drink is to sink to the earth again.
There is death in the breath when our lips draw nigher, / And we lay waste the plain for a flower to grow; / And we build up the tower of an hour's desire / With dust from the pit of its overthrow.