This poem came into my head yesterday. I don't know who wrote it. I think it could be an anonymous graveyard epitaph. Anyway I got the first and last lines and then had to work really hard to remember the bit in the middle. I'm not sure the reconstruction is accurate.
Life's a dream
And all things show it.
Once I thought so;
Now I know it.
Life's a dream
And all things show it.
Once I thought so;
Now I know it.
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Date: 2004-05-03 10:35 am (UTC)This life's a dream
And all things show it.
I thought so once and
Now I know it.
--Springfield, Mass.
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Date: 2004-05-03 12:00 pm (UTC)