Aged eyes, that one were with passion lit
\nNow are dark, as if no longer there
\nIs life, much less passion, lost in thoughts
\nOf times past they refuse to share
\nWe look on the follies of the youth
\nCaught in passions throes, and we forget
\nThat these aged eyes once were wild and young
\nPerhaps in their mind they still are yet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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