The Muse my sister looked in my face,
her gaze was bright and clear,
and she took away my golden ring,
the gift of the virginal year.
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Tonight I pine for no one, alone in my candlelit room; but I don’t-don’t-don’t want to know who’s kissing whom. very good poem. tony