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Ernest Dowson - They are not long, the weeping and the...

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream. (Ernest Dowson)

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses; Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.

Ernest Dowson

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