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Rien ne dure, même les choses les plus belles...
Autumn Movement
Carl Sandburg - 1878-1967
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflowers yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full oh holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the norhtwest wind, and the old things go,
no one last.