We may regret the passing of each day
‘Cause yesterday won’t be returning soon
As thou shalt cast the ledger of my stay,
For what you felt; is just within my dune.
The knowledge of my youth is with thy past,
For I shall keep it deep inside mine urn,
When there’s no chance to fill an empty glass?
‘Tis only memories from my sojourn:
To realize the things that have been told
To contemplate with hopeful will to live
To entertain the calling of thy fold:
‘Twas treason for the heart, if won’t believe.
The parchment leads me thro’ the one you lit,
Emancipate from dust to live by wit.
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