Sunday, September 6, 2015

An Autumn Sonata Comments

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I would not heed the words they say about her
The lights of her face never grow far and dim, so anxious I grow to be
Amid the laughing men and maids; she stands clear un blur
My eyes unbidden constantly seek of she
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