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.
“No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are gathered as a cloud about man’s way.”
Ezra Pound | “To Our Lady of Vicarious Atonement”