Pachelbel's Canon in D
waiting to be played again and -
for one precious moment in time -
the room, filled with golden morning light
Time is still a-flying
The golden light
lasted but a moment
"What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth has present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come and kiss me sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
* "Old time is still a-flying"
from a poem by Robert Herrick
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