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VERSICLES.
1
LIFE and Love,To the wounded dove
Can they mean what they meant to the free sky-rover?
Earth, Heaven and sea
To a waif like me
But memories are of the Past and Over.
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2
Shall ever a timeFor the rose of rhyme
To bloom for me be without thorns, at last?
I know not, I.
Earth, sea and sky
Say nothing to me but Over and Past.
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