Love may be lost in the process of age and hidden in the miserly sunset of life, draining like a father's cold sweat. Oh, that you could absorb my red-hot rage and exist in a long moment with me as though life and love were newly begun, as if it were lace dainty and finespun, with hopes now aglow on a sparkling sea~ but the sea has become angry and rough capsizing and drowning us in its wrath; love is forgotten as death lays its path and quietude wraps you up in a huff.
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