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Siegfried Sassoon - Vision
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I love all things that pass: their briefness is   
Music that fades on transient silences.   
Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall—   
They fling delight across the world; they call   
To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race…
  A moment in the dawn for Youth’s lit face;   
  A moment’s passion, closing on the cry—   
  ‘O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!’
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