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Though still I hold stiff to my words
The shaded lane did holler
Aghast, I found it hard to breath
Adjusting at my collar

O’ thee of little faith, she scorned
I know of what I'm talking
I stopped in time with where I stood
An end to sorrowed walking

Indeed fair maiden dark of frown
Lest none be more the wiser
To take these words of which I write
In verse as the advisor

Oh little man with eyes of coal
Yon raven on your shoulder
You offer up these thoughts of truth
In breaths much more the colder

For this you see of where you stand
My grave with headstone calling
I pray you flee with quickened haste
Or lest thy soul be falling

Then fall it shall for this you see
My heart of shattered fraying
If thou art dead, than so am I
*Forevermore now staying