You know what's sad? The repetition of this earth
— Day and night — Heart and mind — Summer
And the winter — Fall and spring — Youth's joys, the age's
Late, old agony...
Quiet! What is that? Do you hear a tree
Creaking in the wind, a tall, old,
Stern oak? Do you think it falls?
It falls:
Man returns to the fall, one landscape among
This perpetual revolution of landscapes,
Token of our pride and death, in that
I thought I heard a siren song
In all of it.
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