a being darkly always knows the sun will rise
winter come again in personless wrath summer
smile modeling ease and pleasure free for all
posterity will treasure what we were and made
even if no one notices now our effort rewarded
but the book of history is now coming to an end
a long now all we ever had to reckon by or up
we never were going to live forever one by one
pass into oblivion eternal return a dear illusion
meanwhile nothing more beautiful than music
Schumann imaging the very ebb and surge the
rush of blood lush imaginings of human mind
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