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The briefest part of life's uncertain day, Youth's lovely blossom, hastes to swift decay: While love, wine, song, enhance our gayest mood Old age creeps on, nor thought, nor understood.
Thomas Love Peacock
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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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Read poems about / on: song, life, love
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