Enjoying life before it all away goes On to the winter’s playing penumbra field What was of proceeding is now like glows One at a time falling in oldness yield The day becomes dark like evening light With all its memories broken treasures This is the extend of each morning bright Nothing to behold of its going pleasures In living a dream that once was of spring Every hour coming is now on so dear Onto the echoes of old occasions sing This of the times when winter is near Love songs of gray and blossoms falling white When dreams of their sharing becomes night
If you could have a single wish And you knew that your wish would come true... Would you use it for riches, Or wish for more wishes, Or cures for diseases you knew? .... -Gregory K
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