So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
author:Byron
type:lyric
source:http://www.tqnyc.org/NYC030240/Lyrical.html
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this is cool, it doesn't make that much sense but its cool. LoL
nice poem its cool
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