English
What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
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What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.