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Fond Memories

The lights that blinds the moth at dusk
Is like the elephant’s white tusk,
Which charms the eye but robs the purse:
A gentle animal’s great curse. 

Alike, when love by time is borne
Within a mind to duty sworn, 
Fond memories the heart enslave
And both are carried to the grave. 

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