Of tropics I dream in despair!
Oh, those days under hot sun!
Oh, those nights that I had fun!
My youth, my every thought and wish
Then could be told as devilish!
The time when I was on the edge,
The Fortune’s bids that I could pledge!
My poor asks, my brave desires –
All once again found in mires!
When only sky, and wind, and sea
Were all my friends and family!
In spite of everything I’ve done,
In spite of present days rush run,
In spite of words that I would say,
In spite of games I used to play,
In spite of all unwritten lyrics,
I do devote my panegyric
To youthful fame of mine and more
To days that come back nevermore! ..
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