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Time does not come again like an ocean wave,
But I know your infancy, childhood and youth,
In my memory lock is captured your tart behave,
Breaking my poor heart feeling you more sooth,
Surely I will open my memory lock in old age,
To see time circle changes in my love again,
Fading lips and hair, and youth in wrinkled cage,
But yours playing with me in my memory lane
Love growing with age, youth captive in time frame,
But increasing naval lust, but decreasing body force
Life nothing, but between youth and old age game,
None of the two finds on earth the right course,
Why to love my Love, my Love has moral flaws,
Hate breeds not love, yea! It is my fighting cause
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