In moments to delight devoted,
'My life!' with tenderest tone you cry;
Dear words! on which my heart had doted,
If youth could neither fade nor die.
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In many was I hear a teenager in the thrall of some angst or another who is trapped inside Lord Byron. That would account for all that dark melancholy and fascination with a love that transcends death and the lonely suffering nobly endured in public balls and parties...
Again I must apologize for my poor typing. Took me a minute to figure out what I was trying to say- - - In many WAYS I hear a teenager trapped inside Lord Byron, a teenager who is in the thrall of some angst or another. That would account for all that dark melancholy and fascination with a love that transcends death and the lonely suffering nobly endured in public balls and parties..
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In many was I hear a teenager in the thrall of some angst or another who is trapped inside Lord Byron. That would account for all that dark melancholy and fascination with a love that transcends death and the lonely suffering nobly endured in public balls and parties...
Again I must apologize for my poor typing. Took me a minute to figure out what I was trying to say- - - In many WAYS I hear a teenager trapped inside Lord Byron, a teenager who is in the thrall of some angst or another. That would account for all that dark melancholy and fascination with a love that transcends death and the lonely suffering nobly endured in public balls and parties..