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OVER!
Yea, it is over, sweet, and nowAlone we face the seasons,
Alone life's fickle fallows plough,
And find our trusts were treasons,
Alone we trudge, we two, I trow,
For at last we've found our reasons!
| Poems and Sonnets | |
Alone we face the seasons,
Alone life's fickle fallows plough,
And find our trusts were treasons,
Alone we trudge, we two, I trow,
For at last we've found our reasons!