FINIS

DOROTHY PARKER

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Now it's over, and now it's done;
     Why does everything look the same?
Just as bright, the unheeding sun, --
     Can't it see that the parting came?
People hurry and work and swear,
     Laugh and grumble and die and wed,
Ponder what they will eat and wear, --
     Don't they know that our love is dead?

Just as busy, the crowded street;
     Cars and wagons go rolling on,
Children chuckle, and lovers meet, --
     Don't they know that our love is gone?
No one pauses to pay a tear;
     None walks slow, for the love that's through, --
I might mention, my recent dear,
     I've reverted to normal, too.