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lost love poem

in his guarded tent
they ask me where i've been
night is dark, and the winter winds
where shall i find you
we were not many
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
in an old chamber softly lit
gloom
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i know what you're going to say
gaily through the fields we danced

 



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