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Leaving a hall of discord and Still grieving for all my mistakes Then returning I'm seething at what I have found And the counsel of higher life Still leaves me burning
I let love go, Like so many grains of sand. No matter how I tried, It slipped right through my hands. Though I remember embrace in fondness, I cannot deny; That dearest love's untimely departure,
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