They told me everything will pass...
They told me: everything will pass.
As I move on, more distinctly the light
Shows me the verges of shining broken glass.
The farther the excessiver
Loss is.
More far, more quarrel in a strow
My rapture finds.
More thorns are standing in my
Starlight,
Less sense is hidden
Under lines.
And memory is splendidly selective:
From thousand diverse, multifarious days
It is attentive to the happy ones
And less attentive to the pain.
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