"The Moving Finger writes and having writ Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line Nor all your Tears wash out ...
My coming brought no profit to the sky,Nor does my going swell its glory;My two ears have never heard anyone that could say,Why I came here and why I will go away.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
My coming brought no profit to the sky,Nor does my going swell its glory;My two ears have never hear...
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