.I was all alone. We were young. You were like wine:
Heady as the fog rolling in o'er the hillside;
Lovely as the song in the air as the wind blows;
Opiate as the cold of the frost on the windows.
Lo, the rose is gone from my eye. (So deceiving!)
So, my little dove, I'm afraid I am lea.
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