She Passed This Way
She passed this way,
her fashion by the will of fate
that shaped her clay
and forged her build compassionate.
In midnight's dreaming spires
she railed against the witching hour,
the waning of the fire,
and faded like the Autumn flower.
She passed this way,
her sweeping skirts and gentle style,
that ruled the day
with sadness hidden deep in smile.
And thus we count our gain
from knowing of her fight to stay,
enhanced we will remain
because she passed this way...
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