Many and many a day like this...
Aimed at the unseen moving goal
And nothing found but remedies
For all desire.
These made not whole;
They sowed a new desire, to kiss or not to kiss
Desire of desire, And yet Life stayed on within my soul.
One night in sheltering from the wet
I quite forgot I could forget...
Tu much of ?
Of what ?
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