
to read a thousand stormy gales,
and sing of cats and great blue whales;
to lose a girl you've not for fought,
to lose a man you need say naught!
with cheerful skies that heavy rains, a rainbow sickly sorrow sweet,
alas, this world's too beautiful, so in another we might yet meet.
p/s: double post because i feel like it!
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