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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
And laundry baskets...
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TEMPLES-
My Human Light,
the look in your eyes,
when they seen mine, shined so
much light into a happy sy,
like the promise of God
My Human Light,
you took my heart,
then...
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And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin
And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack
They piled up leaves and heather to begin
A morning nap. Etain lay on her back
Each finger yet...
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A difficult poem to recite, without breaking down in tears. I dare you.
Go Down, Death
Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken...
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