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One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,;
Of the memories;
Of a misspent youth;

NE that is ever kind said yesterday:"Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be
Though now it seems impossible, and

VE, who now deals to human hearts,
Such ill thrown, yet resistless darts,
That hapless mortals can't withstand them,
Was once less cruel and perverse,