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Well, how has it been with you since we met / That last strange time of a hundred times? / When we met to swear that we could forget -- / I your caresses, and you my rhymes -- / The rhyme of my lays that rang like a bell, / And the rhyme of my heart with yours, as well?
How has it been since we drank that last kiss, / That was bitter with lees of the wasted wine, / When the tattered remains of a threadbare bliss, / And the worn-out shreds of a joy divine, / With a year's best dreams and hopes, were cast / Into the rag-bag of the Past?