*henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Haiku Poet
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departing
the footprints on
the sand of time
trust no future
let the dead past
bury its dead
the living present
heart within and
God o'erhead
each tomorrow
finds us
farther than today
art is long
time is fleeting,
our hearts like muffled drums
are beating
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