A Predicament
What chance, fair lady hath bereft you thus
Thy grace is gone, stolen- the fiend?
Your smile hath gloom replaced
And now, your hopes into thin air, ascend
I shall not suffer thee to take heart
Weep now, wail now,withhold not thy tears
Let your grief get to the whole of you
As well, share your sorrow with any that cares
For the bell tolls for everyone
Today it has bellowed above thy hold
Tomorrow, it must toll on another
Perhaps, I may be caught out in the cold
Let your grief get to the whole of you
Today you weep and tomorrow, I may weep too.
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