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I was wrong 2004-01-09 | 3:34 p.m. He was my North, my South, my East and West, my working week and my Sunday rest - my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one. Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; for nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H. Auden
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