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within my hand i hold
master of human destinies am i
some one complained to the master
as a white candle
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
melancholy days have come
what spiteful chance steals unawares
those black eyes i once so praised
burly, dozing humble-bee
sadly speaking
i burn no incense
i was a goddess ere the marble found me

 



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