Only joy: it did not chance
In giddy frivolity mature
Even though I pondered
Might find it never more.
Only joy: it did not chance
Mutual give and take of love
Overwhelming rapture yours
Idyllic paradise imagination rove
Only joy: it did not chance
A year and where is it now?
A malady you got over it
Forever distant fickle tomorrow
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