We set down 'tis love on a golden trend.
That on it no man shall come to set fire.
So much to spare we had ardour, to lend
To stars that watched us with eyes of saphire.
The came chasm when none we did offend.
Never knew I an angel would say tire.
Bade thee farewell, thou romantic dead end.
Thus 'tis heart swarm long under your satire.
How did I come to know thus debacle?
To learn the songs the crickets chirp by night.
But as long as is the oak's life circle,
Shall I persist for your love day and night.
For I am assured by some oracle,
That behold, I deserve a miracle.
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