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And how could you know
That those thrills of life
And its residual heat
Of fun just passed
Is what singes the leaves
And scorches in sympathy?
For being of this world
We are known by this world:
When it breathes
So we breathe
And when it sleeps
So we shall sleep.

Remembrance of Things Past To Come

Juan-Paolo Perre

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