. Sunshine and roses . O cycling eras, turn the page,Search through the realm of by-gone age,Fathom the depths of soundless among those in Times long sleep,Those, who are living in all climes,Those of the meted poets rhymes,Find me the image I shall name,Her I will worship into fame,Make her to beMy bride. Let her have hair of rippling as an empress regal crown;Eyes of the oceans sunset to reflect the inmost soul;Lips as the ripest cherry as the topmost overhead;Cheeks as the rosebud scarcely to crimson when thou durstTouch them with li

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. Sunshine and roses . O cycling eras, turn the page,Search through the realm of by-gone age,Fathom the depths of soundless among those in Times long sleep,Those, who are living in all climes,Those of the meted poets rhymes,Find me the image I shall name,Her I will worship into fame,Make her to beMy bride. Let her have hair of rippling as an empress regal crown;Eyes of the oceans sunset to reflect the inmost soul;Lips as the ripest cherry as the topmost overhead;Cheeks as the rosebud scarcely to crimson when thou durstTouch them with lips,Profane;

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