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life poem

lo! 'tis a gala night
have you seen walking through the village
before the solemn bronze saint
i fill this cup
you are my companion
she was a beauty in the days
there is no flock, however watched and tended
with lips blood red and heart of stone
lady, your heart has turned to dust
sun stepped down from his golden throne
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me

 



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