This is a midnight forever,
This is a twilight, endeavor
Touch my, ye, man, longing body,
Which is a bit after forty.
As inside us, we have known,
Love has persistently grown,
Which I considered would never
Visit me being so clever.
I’ve got to your being near,
You have dispersed my strong fear,
That my old years forever,
That I’m happy would never.
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