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Not because my love was great I'm sure, (yet your were right; our summer was a transient thing) Time weary, not as pure, As you who said, "... the bird is on the wing..." I knew the bird had many miles to go.
Who has not risen to a fateful morning, Which followed from a sensuous nights repose, Can never know that many nights have dawnings, Which lay in disarray like scattered clothes.
It's well to say by moonlight, "...time is fleeting...: And yet it goes and goes... and goes and goes.
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