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'Tis love of spirit for a kindled flame
that keeps this ember ever glowing bright,
in hopes he’ll once again affirm my name
as she who'd held his heart that winter night.
But shadows enter, vanquish rays of light;
I hear my mourning soul reveal distress,
apprised by fact, he's drifted clear from sight.
No longer will I feel the pure caress
from one whose likened essence did possess
the tenderness to trap a yearning need
and set my life ablaze with hopefulness.
Now in the end my sanguine dream must bleed.
I can’t forgo devotion locked inside,
although he’s fled, forever he’ll abide.
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