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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I did not write half of what I saw, for I knew I would not be believed.
The pain is temporary, but the music is forever.