Mikita King Biography

Fare thee well my love, and let us not say
Our time together was for ought than good,
For though the dark of parting's now to come,
The dread is born of memories all fair.
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In the shade beneath the greenest laurel leaves
Rest your thoughts despondent in despair,
Darkness falls upon the littered forest floor,
Amidst brown needles hide away dull care.
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