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Well off I must go to ponder,
such elegant sorrow of days once passed,
left feeling broken and hollow.
The moon peaks through the shutters on my window
dancing with the sway of the branches.
As the lids that allow light begin to fail,
off to another world, where I see your face
behind a white vail. Songs of melody
and many hands intertwine,
laughing and crying all
because of this occasion and wine.
I wake and reach over across this cold bed,
I realize I was dreaming
as you have only existed in my head