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Eugene Field - MortalityEugene Field - Mortality
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O Nicias, not for us alone     Was laughing Eros born,   Nor shines alone for us the moon,     Nor burns the ruddy morn;   Alas! to-morrow lies not in the ken   Of us who are, O Nicias, mortal men!
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