Why does sorrow burrow at the hollow of our heart When we know each “Merry Meet“ is followed by a “Merry Part“? Should not joy as deeply dwell when we think ahead to when Every “Merry Part“ is followed by a “Merry Meet Again“?
Why does sorrow burrow at the hollow of our heart When we know each “Merry Meet“ is followed by a “Merry Part“? Should not joy as deeply dwell when we think ahead to when Every “Merry Part“ is followed by a “Merry Meet Again“?
