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 a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Saturday, November 01, 2003

Tell me what it's like to be with you
Remind me of the things we use to do
And tell me that this time will never end
Tell me what it's like, tell me again

Everytime you stay
It never feels quite the same
And everytime you go
It hurts a way you'll never know

I guess your stories
Make me feel like it's alright now

Tell me what it's like to be with you
Remind me of the things we used to do
And tell me that this time will never end
Tell me what it's like, tell me again

Everything I fear
Shows itself everytime you're here
And everything I know
Leaves with you everytime that you go

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