My dear, dear girl {. . .} we can't turn back the days that have gone. We can't...

My dear, dear girl {. . .} we can't turn back the days that have gone. We can't turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot, our bodies young. We are a flash of fire--a brain, a heart, a spirit. And we are three-cents-worth of lime and iron--which we cannot get back.

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