Reflections
Eye cast upon the lake
Reflected a vision of she
Who time did forsake
But will not let me be
The wind past my ear
Called that certain name
Of she whom I held dear
No one else just the same
With the taste of red wine
Memories of a beloved face
That I held as near divine
Causing again my heart to race
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