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Present Living
05Jan08
All My Past Life…
All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o’er, Whose images are kept in store, By memory alone.
What ever is to come is not, How can it then be mine? The present moment’s all my lot, And that as fast as it is [...]
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