Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
For thou hast stolen my will, and made it read more
Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
For thou hast stolen my will, and made it thine.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
