'And why, young man, must eternally fly, A joy you'll repeat, if you love her well'
- someone asking the poet a question
- why does the memory disappear if you love her so?
'o friend, nought happens twice thus; why, I cannot tell'
- poet replying
- nothing ever happens the same
- each meeting will be different = each moment must go
- you cannot pin down the past
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