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III. III
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.
Nor can we coax the Fates for us to quarrel:
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Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.
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