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'Yield up all your chagrin to the eternal smile,
Exhale in a profound cry your suffering vile,
All those events of the past, so cruel and senseless,
Leave them to death, to the distance and to silence...
In the dream which to strife gives such sweet condolence;
To the ancient fever of speech: forgetfulness.'

[Rene Vivien]