No rays, No mile
If present is eyes
Mirror to the bird, and bird to the mirror.
Oh! shallow the Bird Mind
She dressing eyes, he addressing bow
She putting tiara, he taking rose.
Blinking their liability
Looming beneath the blue
They proposed
Time drive! They lose their way.
World mocked, their love went Pell
Was it Agging or
The love ever held
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