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From a Dream

Why am I alone?
Sitting empty clutching
Golden promises

The smoke rises yet
Higher from the fireplace
Taunting shadows

Of this man watching
Over your maiden body
Buried under oaks

Where did you go to?
The bloodhounds have lost your scent
Was it not enough?

Riddling me still
Sitting empty clutching
Why am I alone?

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