Never fear what is not here
What is here is what is dear
It won't last, it's almost nightfall
What lasts, when the flowers fall?
Even the fragrance fades
When the memory pales
Who remembers the way
Who knows not to stay
When he left no one wept
For who sleeps when sleep has left
Who doesn't fly when the sky calls
What is mine when the curtain falls.
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