That picture on the wall was planked from a book
As like her it does look
She who my eyes see no more
The one the winged serahs of heaven took
I stand along the sea and watch the furthest wave
In deep thought watching her hand swing to me, life's slave
Till my natural camera is turgid ready to rain
When my delaying minds view her entering a mighty cave
I scream wait, wait, wait but no voice enters her ear
And that calls tears, in my heart pokes a spear
'Bye bye, ' I quoth, 'but see you soon
For in this loneliness I won't last a year.
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