TIMERE AMARE

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Is this how all dreams end?
As a careless summer rain,
As an empty wish,
A wind sigh pitch.
Sing once more that song
For I drift to where I belong;
The grey petal from a flower,
One braving Autumn's glower.
I knew Love, and its thorns -
Venus used my heart in all her cons.
I wish no more to play.
Cupid, I pray your arrow not stray.
My heart, I seek peace :
Let all now cease.

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