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Fickle as all pssions are We must descend there- From to live.  Here in the Valley  of the  Shadow We pass our uncertain days Regaling our selves with the Remembrance of derring do Of forrner times but for all our Boasting would not returm Except there were an Everest Of enduring passion that could Survive.  Such is the quest of old Age to know Love that  alters not Nor need we ever depart from
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
It is a passion
Fickle as all pssions are We must descend there- From to live.  Here in the Valley  of the  Shadow We pass our uncertain days Regaling our selves with the Remembrance of derring do Of forrner times but for all our Boasting would not returm Except there were an Everest Of enduring passion that could Survive.  Such is the quest of old Age to know Love that  alters not Nor need we ever depart from
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
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