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And we do not
Remember, remember, the ritual and splendor, those days of anticipation and conversations of glory, and remember the drift, first one then the other, this one to a lover and that to the possibility and opportunity too good not to take, and the occasional debate, too late, and the midnight contest without redress to the effort and distraction in the words, I don't know if I can do this any more, and the weak attempt at continuing the tradition until it no longer matters if we do it any more. So we don't.
