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THREE QUATRAINS: 3 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON

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First Line: WE CANNOT CROWN OURSELVES WITH EVERYTHING
Last Line: TIME FINDS A WITHERED LEAF IN EVERY LAUREL.
We cannot crown ourselves with everything,
Nor can we coax the Fates for us to quarrel:
No matter what we are, or what we sing,
Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.




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