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Cry All You Wish

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Cry all you wish, my dear,
But not too long.
Youth has no use for Death,
Nor grief’s sweet song.

The anthems of the young
Fuse flesh to dance,
The urgent lip to breast,
The thigh to chance.

No harm could ever come
To one so young—
Nor shall you ever know
The songs we sung.

Our passing is ordained—
The years fly by,
Weep all you wish, my dear.
Your tears will dry.