When the rose’s flash to the sunsetReels to the wrack and the twist,And the rose is a red bygone,When the face I love is goingAnd the gate to the end shall clang,And it’s no use to beckon or say, “So long”—Maybe I’ll tell you then—some other time.
-Carl Sandburg
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