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Now only words in a rhyme,
no more than a name
on a stone,
and that well overgrown -
MAR- -ORIS—;

and wind through a ruined croft,
the door an appalled mouth,
the window's eye put out;

hours and wishes and trysts
less than the shadows of clouds on grass,
ghosts that did dance, did dance…

and those who would gladly die for love lang deid-
a skull for a bonnie head-
and love itself a metaphor, rose, red.Now only words in a rhyme,
no more than a name
on a stone,
and that well overgrown -
MAR- -ORIS—;

and wind through a ruined croft,
the door an appalled mouth,
the window's eye put out;

hours and wishes and trysts
less than the shadows of clouds on grass,
ghosts that did dance, did dance…

and those who would gladly die for love lang deid-
a skull for a bonnie head-
and love itself a metaphor, rose, red.
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