When I am old I will not have you look apart From me, into the cold, Friend of my heart, Nor be sad in your remembrance Of the careless, mad-heart semblance That the wind hath blown away When I am old. When I am old And the white hot wonder-fire Unto the world seem cold, My soul`s desire Know you then that all life`s shower, The rain of the years, that hour Shall make blow for us one flower, Including all, when we are old. When I am old If you remember Any love save what is then Hearth light unto life`s December Be your joy of past sweet chalices To know then naught but this "How many wonders are less sweet Than love I bear to thee When I am old."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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