Most Loyal of All Instruments: the Heart
By The Barrow In The Yard,
I Waited,
But You did Not Come.
There Were No Halls Or Music;
There Was No One.
No Moon Or Light
Throughout The Night
To Comfort Me.
Morning left
My Body Chilled
For All To See,
By The Barrow In The Yard.
Where I Waited,
But You Did Not Come.
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