Dawning in gold
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She plucked one thread
Of her glinting hair
And caught my hands
Within that snare
Laughing i tried
To shake them free
The hair like steel
Imprisoned me
A shackled slave
I rue my laughter
Now where she leads
I stumble after
(set him free)
For whom now will you comb your hair in lover's fashion
For whose soft skin smooth your hands
Why edge that cloak with sea crimson
When she's gone
My eyes gaze with blank indifference at a lucid day
Dawning in gold
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