No matter how fond the memory now,
There was always something terrifying
Going on in life back then, no matter
How humorous that terror looks, set
Next to the greater terrors of now,
Which are neither so great nor so small
As those terrors then, the terrors that will be,
Nor even the joys of et cetera, no matter
How fond of the memory called now.
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