Ash- may burn as bar-ley
and the
day may burn so early
Lyrical brother to delight like the feather
worst is worst come to fight
the smile, the kiss to bring light
we played, we fought, and loved together
but ends delight the ending twins
of bitter and sad thus lonely spins
next of kin, mirrors broken together
to vex, to test that lyrical brother
but said I to the coming new, "Too Old!"
for the ending in hearty weakling fold
so troubled as I
I said "me" to I
Also says I more words
to blast her memory high
but she stayed high
Like a fortress liken
only to a girl hurt as she
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