past [Theme]

Tomorrow Today will become yesterday,

But I still have myself.

You tell me about your past, thinking that your future was me.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
Th'And moan the expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoand moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before:
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.




When in the silence, in the silent Duma,
I trigger a memory of days gone
Mourn the passing of the pores happy
Still grieving over the shadows dear, -
When vlazhneyut withered eyes,
And, sadly yearning for friends
Hidden death in the gloomy night,
I raise the appearance of them in tears;
Then, the sadness of past sorrow,
I return them my love
As if my tears are they did not know
And waited to be mourned again...
But just remember the you, my dear,
All the past re-covered grave.

"There's nothing to it" and "stick to your last",
Shown of all romance their life spans.
The charm of novelty or adoring the past,
No more among the also rans.
It spread like wildfire in a day,
"And there'll be crash-land" so they say.
Well proven patterns
So it must be vertigo
But we will give them quite a show.




"Nothing difficult", "stick to his last",*
Their life is permeated with romance.
The charm of novelty or admiration of the past,
Among them there are no losers anymore.
The news spread like wild fire in a day
"They're gonna crash" - say all of them.
All checked carefully,
So it must be dizzy,
We'll have a show for them.


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