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Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.

Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.


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Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 16 Oct 2008 3:23 AM | Viewed: 3354 times

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