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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

Omar Khayyam

To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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Breathe Heaven Sorrow
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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Fingers Move On Tears Writing
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Life Myself Water Wind
Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
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Doctor Greatness Myself Saint Young
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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Belief Freedom Religion Thinking
Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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Alcohol Drink Travel Yourself
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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Death Flower Forever
To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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Death Enemy Friendship Heart Kindness
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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Solitude Soul Thinking
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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Brave Distance Music War
You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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Death Philosophy Return Stay Yourself
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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Darkness Death Fear Fly Life Mortal Philoosphy Spirit Thinking
I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
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Blessing Hide Music Myself Preparation Rose Sadness Wine
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Deep Fire Heaven Hell Shadow Soul Vision
Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
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Deep Future Heaven Hell Life Live Men Philosophy Religion Talk

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