Saturday, September 6, 2014

A Golden Age Comments

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See! how e'ery flower upon a barren heath hath weaved
The subtle thread of thought too dear to my reckoning days,
Thy hideous form of so scant my resources to fill the page,
To my mind still of another rent at midnight lease;
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Naveed Khalid
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