not over soon enough remember
what it is like to be someone else
forget the wishful good intentions
unless you intend to act them out
it is not too soon to start too late
to do anything about it mistakes
were made and brilliant art works
hardly noticed in the glare of war
visitors from another age reveal
how far one came to be here now
regretting most what's not ahead
as soon as we could say goodbye
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