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"I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head." This quatrain is from "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam", explores the idea that the beauty of nature is often tied to the passing of human life and the transience of existence.
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