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Poetry Nothing Left of the Day

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Nothing flows like a rhyme
Nothing quickens like time

Nothing graceful as flight
Nothing precious as sight

Nothing sadder than age
Nothing darker than rage

Nothing good can be wrong
Nothing gladdens like song

Nothing quite like l’amour
Nothing worse than a war

Nothing wiser than truth
Nothing bolder than youth

Nothing tastes like a kiss
Nothing further amiss

Nothing more I can say
Nothing left of the day




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