My darling, last until we rendezvous.
A fragile rose with water need me not.
In absence, memory will by my Louvre;
and every day I'll wish we hadn't fought.
I've seen the world; I've made a friend of amn,
Some quirky and some mearger sycophant.
And no grown-up will ever understand
how such a thing could be so important.
And yet the time did come for me to go.
My friend, his plane did fix but learned much more.
I walked up to the snake and said, "Hello."
The kiss he gave did send me to your door.
He thinks of me and all you do is boast.
To think, the sheep he made concerned me most.
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