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To love
all and possess no-one
To admire
all and desire nothing
To forgive
instinct and illusion
And preserve that which is precious
To remember
without condemning
Mid November is early Spring
To witness
The same sins repeated eternally
Justified by such weary cliches
Recycled as fashion
To realise
Your own is the only guilt you can usefully treat - Anonymous