It's the remembrance of things past
that makes us who we are.
Jules forgives, Edna will not.
The quality of mercy is that ray of hope,
the tortured mind will not admit.
The tortured mind winds up cemented.
Jules says, let's start anew, shall we?
Edna, 50 years his bride, the 21st of February,
looks strangely at him and stony says,
"Did I ever know you?"
A pebble in the ocean.
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