A go is gone.
but with sweet love last long,
a sweeter bitter that wears ever more...
such as a beauty song...
that will remind tender ear...
ring louder then timid fear.
A adieu to you
but chances for me to woo
will linger longer then fairest of sunsets
swindle the smells potent roses that yet to rise
but with these eyes I do cherish the best.
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