clasping to heart
her dwindling moon,
twelfth night of wane
in waxing shadows,
holds my weeping head
on her lap and soothes
me as I mourn
partings to come
her dwindling moon,
twelfth night of wane
in waxing shadows,
holds my weeping head
on her lap and soothes
me as I mourn
partings to come
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