Though being circles by preety companions
And to a fun laughing with a friend genuine,
Banish I can not the solitude of the mind
To pieces my mental pain I can not grind.
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The year gone behind us we have the memoirs of youth in which we can yawn in solitude. Great reflection and a good piece of wisdom. Thank you.
So insightful inscription has been made. So touching and impressive. I cite...Adolescence is beautifier of all the virgins, / Virginal beauty is compared with a flame, Brilliant piece of work. Thanks for sharing.