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Enjoy the Scent of Roses Elegy To Myself

I’m but a man of meager means A man of simple pleasures Tho’ deep endowed with eager dreams I enjoy life’s simple treasures My days I know are numbered now And so are minutely measured So that I might remain A man it seems (and bourne by dreams) A man of meager means And simple pleasures

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