Years on years I but half-remember...
Man is a torch, then ashes soon,
May and June, then dead December,
Dead December, then again June.
Who shall end my dream's confusion?
Life is a loom,weaving illusion...
One thing, I remember:
"Spring came on forever,
Spring came on forever",
Said the chinese nightingale.
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