But that's a lot for me.
My life is not a tragedy,
But an open book of seas.
I'll set sail at the highest hour,
And be home with a bouquet of flowers.
If you tell me how to climb the towers,
And pierce your heart with golden showers,
Of sentiments of love and fate.
But it'll be a reason to set a date.
Poor dear, if my alarm should be late,
But darling please, don't hesitate,
To catch mine eye and linger no more,
And if I ne'er should reach your shore.
"To thine own self be true," go explore.
And my time will come, nevermore.
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