Memorys Comments

I sit in the calm of evening on the waves encircled shore, and listen to the music of the waters sullen roar, a senital on duty passes by me on his beat and marks the time with constant feet.

Now i look upon your features and discry the unconcern of the hurting, in whose bossom our loves fires burnand we still be a god of love, so soft and sweet, and i wonder in my musings if you reign above me, ever fresh and true.
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