at the time of men
when time smiled on men
when mime became mine
i turned to her for help
her docile gait was with scorn
her pride was with shame
silence did help my state of mourn
the fear of loosing her crawl into my soul
when time smile at men
i turn to her for help
coy was not her world
when the sun smiles at men
when the whistling wind mourn for her
when pain pave way for pale
only in dreams i did know her
yet the sun never stop smiling
the wailing wind never said goodbye
but her visit had fainted
in a trance i did see her beautiful gait
morpheus left me unaware
when the service of men were called
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