A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung." It says, "Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore."SourceThe script ran 0.007 seconds.
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