He had the light
To run like an obsidian black.
Into the night
And never return.
"Wait for me
On the other side", she said,
"And stay and watch…"
Yet it was him she denied.
He waited for an age and a day
Till the Earth had frozen over.
Tarrying for his lover
But she was gone.
The mist was on the field.
I turned both left and right
But I couldn't see.
Oh, the rolling wheels:
The years refuse to sit lightly on me.
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