seasons out of time
There is no remembrance of men of old,
and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Curtsey to me, and I'll bow to you, and we'll make our acquaintances;You know me as Dearborn, and so I'll be for now.If you love me, then love me, for I love you,And so we will, though it break every rule of law and common sense. Susan, lovely girl at the window Bird and bear and hare and fish,Give my love her fondest wish.
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