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We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep,

Words are for those with promises to keep.

Gluttony and Sloth

have often protected him

from Lust and Anger.

Time will say nothing but I told you so,

Time only knows the price we have to pay;

If I could tell you I would let you know.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.