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Sep 2017
Bathed in dew
She comes for you
The golden thread of life to cut

The sails disappear with the sun
And your life
Your life passes with the winds

How did love scorn you so?
Why are you here?

But there is no time to weep
No time for pity

For Iris has taken your soul
Bathed in dew.
Lou
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Lou  F
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