From mem'ries forgotten did strength decrease,
Dumbfounded by a past a boy once held,
he paid too early for life's costly fees,
in misery and grief like those from Eld.
Aye, said I, to the boy I now behold,
Goodbye to thy stories many moons old,
To scenery of reefs, with strife unquelled,
Murdered thy bliss, thy smile be kifed; withheld.
For aren't thou thyself, myself of yore?
For in thine time thy prayed to remember,
yet now I beg to banish; My painful lore,
Decease the past, too morbid to utter,
        If these stories be killed in winter's end,
        Laugh shall we against all what devils send.



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