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| Now and then As said for good and bad If it were a flu or worse We'd nurse till the end For all we ever had Never come an ending curse A straight line unbent Chanted by a naiad Of the first water Warmth grown up to sleet Laid on the altar |
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| We were the ones and one Shining, giving sense to all Heavenly the nights, bright days The morrow better. I'd like to say now, come Spring, summer and now fall Only an atom remains Tomorrow better? |
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