"Here,
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit:
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by:
And, as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit, idly sipping here
My beer."
(G. Arnold in Beer)
Colfontaine (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
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