I went to SLEEP with a Diadem -
Upon my hand;
The Valley of Serenity held Prosy,
During that wedding grand.
I awoke from Sleep -
When the Gem was Gone from my hand;
And now I weep,
With Sorrow at my command.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
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