To day : 22-07-2012
What lips my lips have kissed,
and where, and why,
I have forgotten, but, not the young
people of to day.
And what arms have lain under my head
till morning; And what comfort have it given ?
But, in my heart there stirs a quit pain for
unremembered, as I will not forget.
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