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loves lost rondeau

Come autumns chill we lost loves gilt
so short the flash of spring times thrill
our stars were never quite aligned
our passion was so unsublime

All greenness gone no chlorophyll
each kiss that only spells peril
those golden times not worth a dime
come autumns chill

A pairing that was unfulfilled
the Ides of march, had there will
time for us was so unkind
fated to write an ode in rhyme
comes now a rondeau from my quill
come autumns chill
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