He had the light,
To run like an obsidian black.
Into the night,
And never come back.
Wait for me,
On the other side.
“Wait and see”, said she.
Yet it was him she denied.
He waited an age and a day,
Till the Earth had frozen over.
He waited for his lover,
But she was gone in May.
The mist was on the field.
I turnèd left, I turnèd right,
But I could never live.
The rolling wheels.
The years don’t sit lightly on me.
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