

What is loveI often think of each tottering formWhat is love
That limps along in lifes decline,
For they bore a heart as young, as warm,
As full of idle thoughts as mine-
And each has had its dream of joy,
His own unequalled pure romance;
Commencing when the blushing boy
First thrills at lovely woman's glance.
And each could tell his tale of youth,
Would think its scenes of love evince
More passion, more unearthly truth,
Than any tale, before or since
Yes - they could tell of tender lays,
At midnight
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Even if your Heart is in Darkness, there is always that one little light that makes it all worth it.
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Even if your Heart is in Darkness, there is always that one little light that makes it all worth it.
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