Far away my place
came a boy apace
had the boy a face
that made a stern, embrace
but once my heart, his vase
and once my chaste, efface
he does his chase, abase,
and filled with ill, my space,
that debased, I waned, his base
and debased, he did disgrace
but prayed I did for grace
from him, in base and him, in space
but none they had to lace
for girl, that seek retrace
and while, my soul to base
that deface, I did his face
and ash, I did his place
that never, his ghost, surface
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