Song by T.S. Eliot
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If space and time, as sages say, Are things which cannot be,
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Song by T.S. Eliot

by gaiuspetronicus33

If space and time, as sages say,

Are things which cannot be,

The fly that lives a single day

Has lived as long as we.

But let us live while yet we may,

While love and life are free,

For time is time, and runs away,

Though sages disagree.

The flowers I sent thee when the dew

Was trembling on the vine,

Were withered ere the wild bee flew

To suck the eglantine.

But let us haste to pluck anew

Nor mourn to see them pine,

And though the flowers of love be few

Yet let them be divine.

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