Now it's over, and now it's done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun, — Can't it see that the parting came? People hurry and work and swear, Laugh and grumble and die and wed, Ponder what they will eat and wear, — Don't they know that our love is dead? Just as busy, the crowded street; Cars and wagons go rolling on, Children chuckle, and lovers meet, — Don't they know that our love is gone? No one pauses to pay a tear; None walks slow, for the love that's through, — I might mention, my recent dear, I've reverted to normal, too.
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Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker (née Rothschild; August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) was an American poet, writer, critic, and satirist based in New York; she was be…
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