'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! The heart to peace aspires:
Day follows day; the rolling stream of hours
Crumbles the banks of being, and you and I
Had thought to live, and yet, behold, we die.
Though joy for ever flees, peace stays and concentration.
For long now has it been my consolation,
Hard-driven slave, to plan rebellious flight
To some far sanctuary of work and chaste delight.
Writer : Alexander Pushkin
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