Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
“If true that notion, which but few contest,
That, in the way of wit, short things are best,
Then in good epigrams two virtues meet,
For ’tis their glory to be short, and sweet.”
Anonymous