"Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all thing flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn."
Delmore Schwartzs
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