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The Late Loved
At dawn I’ve found and realized What I should have before twilight Daybreak has seen my agony And it alone cannot save me Wherewith was I? Before you died Before were closed those pretty eyes. Whereon to go? My world is cold! My equator is like the poles Oh dear! My dear, the dearest one, Your beauty years! They’re all forlorn. When I was all, but close to you When still I fought for all undue Bitter this pain and all I feel On top my tongue and on my skin It makes sense now and still does not Sure! You are gone, and I’m distraught Such fairly being, art excellent Was seized from me, our time unspent No timely count or seconds ticked Not one was found when we were with No memory of you and me Our history can never be Oh love! My love, the sweetest too How come I knew all things but you? In vanity, I chose to live When I’d have been just close to thee Heaven please give, one golden year And save me all my pain and tears To later shed in joy with her For pain, or fate, for all we are I sought you late, too late “my peace” And found you where you should not be I’ve found you; cold, your skin as pale -As the feet of the nightingale. Your freezing touch, and absent gaze Your carelessness to all I say. Alas, my queen, i found you gone I found you when your life was done!
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