For in the dark foreboding night
Take a glance, one last sight
Of scattered dreams that pass on by
Like salmon clouds which float on high
From ancient grudge of bitter rose
There is scarce enough time to suppose
To reek the victories which once were new
Of bitter fray and hour of hue
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
For in the dark foreboding night
Take a glance, one last sight
Of scattered dreams that pass on by
Like salmon clouds which float on high
From ancient grudge of bitter rose
There is scarce enough time to suppose
To reek the victories which once were new
Of bitter fray and hour of hue
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