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FOR AYE by RENE FRANCOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME

First Line: HERE, LILACS WILT BENEATH THE BLAST
Last Line: FOR AYE.
Subject(s): LAMENT; LOVE - LOSS OF; PAST;
Here, lilacs wilt beneath the blast
And short-lived song-birds cease their lay;
I dream of summers that will last
For aye.

Here, lips to velvet lips cling fast,
But the shared rapture dies away;
I dream of kisses that will last
For aye.

Here mortals weep o'er friendships past,
And fitful loves that had their day;
I dream of unions that will last
For aye.



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