How often, dearly
I clutch tightly
Holding thy golden beam
To Heave thy heart
By my fading sight
You can't be aloof
To pity mine urge
Sunken with deep down eyes
Begging last respite
To bait thy love
Shelter thy belonging
Cupping thine hands;
I pine no more cure
To my flickering fade
Than, to clasp you
In my eternal hug
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