22.11.2024
The immature attachments that we hold As precious are but simply fancys ways, They are the vitals useless plays, the old Trying to retain emotional days Of youthful innocence and vapid dreams Of conquests the mental being plays, The dramas of those former childlike themes Shining faintly on one the falsehoods rays.
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