Indeed, in deed.

Alas, alas, it comes to this.

For you know me well.

In turn only to find,

That you knew me once.

 

Was I not before you just yesterday?

In that guise that screams your notice?

Was this shell so thin?

That this ghost now holds no sway?

 

In time, with time, I long, I sigh.

It is not permanence, my dear, so take heart.

This pale reflection was once in dreams.

Where tomorrow it will fall again.

 

Indeed, indeed.

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