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IX. IX
To-morrow
IX. (Macedonius)
To-morrow? Then your one word left is always now the same:
And that's a word that names a day that has no more a name.
To-morrow, I have learned at last, is all you have to give:
The rest will be another's now, as long as I may live.
You will see me in the evening?—And what evening has there been,
Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin?
And that's a word that names a day that has no more a name.
To-morrow, I have learned at last, is all you have to give:
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You will see me in the evening?—And what evening has there been,
Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin?
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