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Before at last we lie

O what is fondness, when there is no one
to warm these hands -- except by freakish lust
would follow aimlessly, a fool at dusk?
What is the summer when there is no sun?

What is the difference if one heart should break?
(Both beat, and yet their warmth is dead.)
If we should live at all, would it be death instead
to play the part of life as if we had some stake?

We are the lucky ones, to be the last to know,
like snowflakes falling onto melting snow,
in instants left before at last we see
no hope we ever had will ever be.
And yet so many of us fly
like snowflakes might, before at last we lie.

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