Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral m — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
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