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Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam

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(The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long - Horace) 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.
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