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#(56) ANTIQUE GUILD:
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Things run down. Time runs out. Everything comes to an end, both good and bad. The last good-bye is hidden in the first kiss; the funeral at the christening; the winding sheet is swaddling clothes dyed black. You can't hang on to love and you can't hang on to life, so seize the day. You can't hang on to anything at all, because life is a river and it sweeps us along and passes us by and catches us in whirlpools and eddies, and at last sucks us down into its green and mossy depths and there we drown. Nothing lasts forever. |