How transient everything is!
“All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.”
“Only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, towards that lost voice across the room.”
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
Troy
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