I Am Infected With Life And Will

They Know These Mornings Well And Love Them Desperately Because They Cannot Last - These People Who Know That Nothing Lasts.

But I Still Feel I Waste A Lot Of Time Leaning On My Elbow And Thinking To Myself, 'alright Sucker, Now What?'

...but The Enchantment Of Error That You Put On Me I Must Wear Forever In Your Eyes.

Song Of Elli (old Age) "what Is Plucked Will Grow Again, What Is Slain Lives On, What Is Stolen Will Remain What Is Gone Is Gone... What Is Sea-born Dies On Land, Soft Is Trod Upon. What Is Given Burns The Hand - What Is Gone Is Gone... Here Is There, And High Is Low; All May Be Undone. What Is True, No Two Men Know - What Is Gone Is Gone... Who Has Choices Need Not Choose. We Must, Who Have None. We Can Love But What We Lose - What Is Gone Is Gone.

What Use Is Magic If It Can't Save A Unicorn?