Shadows of long ago,
flowing embers dream,
chased away her love so true,
in messes of a crying stream.
Chanting of a heart now broke,
she wills away her lies,
for in the night forsoke,
the passion of what she seen.
Take to heart yon nightmares,
scars of her lovers dream,
never to be spoke,
her desires freed.
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