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Apr 2016
Eidolon beauty; my ethereal mum.
Cavorting, callaying, may your spirit come.
Walk the floor of memory's spate,
And lay me in your gentle glade.

Fade from me not, bygone beauty;
Linger in kin and quality.
Bolt the door of misery's gate,
And bear me to your palisade.
Written by
Klaus Kirschner
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