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Always I knew that it could not last (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying),
Now it is part of the golden past (Darkening skies, and the night-wind sighing);
It is but cowardice to pretend. Cover with ashes our love's cold crater-Always I've known that it had to end Sooner or later.
Always I knew it would come like this (Pattering rain, and the grasses springing),
Sweeter to you is a new love's kiss (Flickering sunshine, and young birds singing).
Gone are the raptures that once we knew, Now you are finding a new joy greater-Well,
I'll be doing the same thing, too, Sooner or later.
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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