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Oct. 11th, 2001 08:05 amWhat is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain --
What is gone is gone.
What is sea born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand --
What is gone is gone.
Here is there, and high is low;
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know --
What is gone is gone.
Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose --
What is gone is gone.
Choclate to whoever can identify, the title of this and where it came from. In the version most of you will be familiar with, this was cut out.
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain --
What is gone is gone.
What is sea born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand --
What is gone is gone.
Here is there, and high is low;
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know --
What is gone is gone.
Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose --
What is gone is gone.
Choclate to whoever can identify, the title of this and where it came from. In the version most of you will be familiar with, this was cut out.
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Date: 2001-10-11 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-10-11 05:46 pm (UTC)*Hint Hint*
Date: 2001-10-11 08:48 pm (UTC)The version that contained this was the book by the same name.