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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.

© Dorothy Parker