Theres many worships loves first flowers

Theres many worships loves first flowers
As joys reality
& dwells on smiles that once was ours
As they woud never dye
But manhood youths fond dreams destroys
& scores have lovd as vain
& parted wi the bosom joys
Theyll never meet again
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