Beginning Of End
She was aweary of the
Of Love's incessant tumultuous wing;
Her lover's tokens she would answer not--'Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat:
A pretty babe, this Love,--but fie on it,
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She was aweary of the
Of Love's incessant tumultuous wing;
Her lover's tokens she would answer not--'Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat:
A pretty babe, this Love,--but fie on it,
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing but a house
And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse
You've been hearing my story so patiently for a
Now hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale
We have found it again
What
Time without end
'Tis the ocean
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