Billet-doux


Ah, how she fares
Amongst the wilderness
A beauty left beating
Beating unto a lost drum
Wandering from land to land
Wandering from man to man
In search of roaring fires

Where now shall she go
As her embers burn low!
No more will she squander her warmth
In return of touch
From hands belonging to frozen men
Bearing cold winds
Alas! Come hither my love
No more will you fear stifling blows
Here blaze teeming fires
Soaring above the heaven's glow

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