Time is passing, time comes yet,
All is old, and all is new;
What for good or ill is set
You can ponder and construe;
Do not hope and do not worry,
What’s a wave, will wave away;
Though enticing with a flurry,
Cold remain to all they say.
(Mihai Eminescu- Glossa,
translation from Romanian Daniel Ionita)
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