A smile she had my former friend,
And with it my heartstrings she did rend,
Her eyes were that like ice’s ire,
Her wit was like a flaming fire,
Her hair hung down in auburn waves
A goddess amongst we lowly knaves,
When I saw her my heart leapt high,
yet I did not think my friend would die,
My soul grew cold,like a sea in fall,
And every day I now do call,
Out to my lost, near forgotten friend.
My love.
And with it my heartstrings she did rend,
Her eyes were that like ice’s ire,
Her wit was like a flaming fire,
Her hair hung down in auburn waves
A goddess amongst we lowly knaves,
When I saw her my heart leapt high,
yet I did not think my friend would die,
My soul grew cold,like a sea in fall,
And every day I now do call,
Out to my lost, near forgotten friend.
My love.

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