The Lost
Our minds in mouths agape
When lost the game at Ashe
Our minds with you in pains
Shaking we are in silence
Aces lost in paces
Paces of your races
Sour the foot to graces
Unforced errors not disgraces
But despair not in losses
Losses unforced to errors
This sun briefly is down
Tomorrow rise it will
Brief is scepter denied today
But aces will bring the maces
Your aura to borders in order
Our love unfettered to measure
Cry not Serena
Today we are in joy deflated
Tomorrow will bring lost aces
When aces shall bring lost graces
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