I saw you eyes, somewhere
A parlour glade, moonlit sorrow
Lonely resting pools
Relics of the moon-dogged lake
Your face was, like the photograph
Painted white
We did not speak very often about it
What does it matter now?
You sleep in the light
Yet the night and the silent water
Still so dark
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