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Each minute bursts in
the burning room,
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The great globe reels
in the solar fire,
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Spinning the trivial
and unique away.
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(How all things flash!
How all things flare!)
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What am I now that I
was then?
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May memory restore again
and again
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The smallest color of
the smallest day:
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Time is the school in
which we learn,
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Time is the fire in which
we burn.
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