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Off centre, somebody sent her amiss
Whomever gets her no better than this
Vague face in the drifting snow
Dark room with a dull echo
Lost arrow banished of Eros' sure bow
Soft pillow under which errors may stow
More praise for the man that fled
More days consumed with dread
Vague face in the drifting snow
Dark room with a dull echo
Wide open, foolishness everyone sees
All over, finally brought to her knees
Love grows like a stunted seed
Cut it down like a planted weed
Love rose and sang her name
Shot it down in roaring flames
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