For many days have come and go that I've yet to see a face, no beauty for which to plant my kiss nor hand to hold, So many days have passed for which I feel am growing old, romance overflowing being lost to the void, when is such a time that I should be blessed with the presence of a woman in which to share this passion, I shall have to travel dark and lonely road, smiling to myself until a woman I should hold.
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