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From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
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My very favorite poem. "The Garden of Proserpine"
This is scratched into a patient room wall in an asylum, yes?
Awesome.
This is scratched into a patient room wall in an asylum, yes?
Awesome.