ABRUPTO

21.10.08


EARLY MORNING BLOGS
1419 - What Was Lost 

I sing what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone. 

(William Butler Yeats)

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