Taken from the book "The Last Unicorn."

What is plucked will grow again
What is slain lives on
What is stolen will remain
What is gone is gone.

What is sea-born dies on land
Soft is trod upon
What is given Burns the hand
What is gone is gone

Here is there and High is low
All may be undone
What is true no two men know
What is gone is gone.

Those with choices need not to choose
Those who must have none
We can love, but what we lose
What is gone is gone

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