Goodbye to Him Who Smiled on Me
Taking out your clothes and books
Only left the room,
my dear, more sunful
open, and more free.
It was your warmth – I watched you go –
leaving, left it dull,
aimless as a tomb
familiarly strange to me.
Taking out your clothes and books
Only left the room,
my dear, more sunful
open, and more free.
It was your warmth – I watched you go –
leaving, left it dull,
aimless as a tomb
familiarly strange to me.
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