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this to the dearest captured lord,

for eight long years we waited, nine long years we cried,
ten long years, you’ll be forgotten, long before you die.
that dark touch was all our signal, who could fight that glassy eye?
though you languish still we hold the wares you used to ply.

now you’ve gone and now and then i dare to watch the sky,
knowing that the stars and sun are not for you and i.
but as i lose my thoughts of you, ripples start to dry:
only do i hope you’ll save your lovers in the sty.