-Like a Shakespearean play,
My inevitable tragedy
Binds with my unforeseen love
That shall not be forgotten-
Echoes in my future shall say,
“Behold, this tragic tale, a story
Of young lovers drowned in tiding cove,
Buried in falling petals of rose garden”
I say, farewell, hurrah! Hurrah!
Life weathered, but be not sadly,
For in the field of delicate mauve,
Lilacs grown and pillowed my sleeping den.
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