What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain---
What is gone is gone.
What is-sea-born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand---
What is gone is gone.
Here is there, and high is low;
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know---
What is gone is gone.
Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose---
What is gone is gone."
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