Forward in the reversal of the future.
to be third, dont lose her,
birth didn't create me, seek you not for whom.
i love if thats all, this hate creates the fall.
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Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.