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"FORSAN ET HaEC OLIM MEMINiSSE IUVABIT" ("Perhaps one day it will be a pleasure to remember even this...") Why should you feel remorse, regret, For what was beautiful to me, As uncommanded as the sea? The winds blew and the waters sang All summer: now that summer's done I can remember still the sun That lay upon the mountain grass, And all the beauty...