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Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of the splendor in the grass
And the glory of the "shower"
We will grieve not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind...
Of that primal sympathy,
In having been must ever be. With apologies and thanks to Willy Wordsworth.

Nicely done by both Doc and the Pope.

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