“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.
-- Omar Khayyam
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Nor will I: ever write a word that fades in light, this I must be certain; else lay desolate at bight. <3”
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Omar Khayyam,
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
