A new dawn of day
better wish for the morrow
My Queen
I cannot find
a way to so sing
No more of such
sorrow about
yesterdays today
Regrets most to
do I so have
will she come
on the morrow
Tackle box neatly
laid with her finger tips
afraid not like most
Lioness her self
if but that I
truley knew
then on the morrow
a sunflower again
I would see that
as a mate
I still miss
Her
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