From where marks the spot, flowers
A life, beautiful
Cut down of that scythe had been
If mistaken seen
For a weed, so senseless twas
Death's sharp raised, awful
A trail of tears, could you see
Trudged heartbreak yet hear
Leads back! As far two dancers
Swept up romancers
Fairy's glee lit, in love's dream
Princely tales endear.
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