I loved a lifetime in a year,
What's left of it? A smile- a tear.
I keep them safely locked away
Where the angels waltz and the poets play.
So fine a thing I chanced to know,
To fiercely love, though long ago.
So sweet the dream that haunts me still,
Consumes my soul, and always will.
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