night wind

yesterday as the blue moon smiled

the sweet wind caressed my hair; and i —

i felt a hole in my heart. and pined

for a shoulder upon which to lie

she whispered into my hostage ear:

surrender thy soul, my lute!

i closed my eyes. for her discordant air

had strung my heart in two

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