And all that memory loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. – Lord Byron, “they say that Hope is Happiness”
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“they say that Hope is Happiness”
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“Song”
How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new fallen year, Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity – …
