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They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,Love and desire and hate:I think they have no portion in us afterWe pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closesWithin a dream.
-- Ernest Dowson
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