A smiling face, his blue-eyed waste
A wicked tongue
A lovely taste
Where love has been, love still holds true
Love holds his smiling memories blue
Love’s wicked dream
His shameless fire
Throws memories down upon the pyre
What once has been and now is not
Lives on yet still
Though love’s sweet life has been forgot
What dreams are lost in falling time
May yet be found in lonely lines
And autumn’s love was fullness not
We are what we once dreamed and thought
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