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“How soon it all ran out! And I suppose

They, they up there, the old contriving powers,

They knew it all the time⁠—for someone knows

And waits and watches till we pluck the flowers,

Then leaps. So soon⁠—my store of happy hours

All gone before I knew. I have expended

My whole wealth in a day. It’s finished, ended.