Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary She I love is far away.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary She I love is far away.
O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.
Hatred, as well as love, renders its votaries credulous.
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