When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - 
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove -
The dearest remembrance will still be the last, 
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love. (Lord Byron)

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove - The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

Lord Byron

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