How Sad True Sadness, by Carl Halling |
There was a sadness I revered But never possessed, Because there was youth And hope to spare, But as youth ebbs, And hope recedes, I know that sadness for real, And how sad true sadness feels. |
Posted: 2017-08-26 07:26:55 UTC |
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