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Lover's Lament
by Phil Good

 

In the land
Of the young, and wild hearts
I once came upon a man,
dark...

Carefully, he placed his story upon my ear
And I was so very taken, I could never have been moved
Time was short, though my words, a river, could have never filled a year,
No stars to claim the sky that night
And the moon was left a widower...

No stars claimed the sky that night...
No stars fade...