All my sorrows slept
In your hair last night
For once they were
As tired as I
Though they longed for sleep
And I longed for the cold moon sky
To stay till the first light of dawn
Sealed some ancient promise
Held aching in my heart
By true love's brand new dress
Just before the point of breaking
Over the horizon that set
Your hair blacker yet
Where sweeter my sorrows slept
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