What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen shall 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. Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose- 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.