Upon the vast expanse of blank parchment,
Unspoiled slabs of molding clay,
They lay unfolded before me,
As her earthly form once did sway.
The quintet of horizons,
Whirled in orbit around her soul,
As the globe revolves in homage,
To the radiant, golden sun's control.
Yet the air I once inhaled,
Now has veered a different course,
And all that I bestowed upon her,
Contained...
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