That same hour,

With no light

Left behind.

Out of sight,

Out of mind!

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Because I adore you

And fall

On the knees of my spirit before you—

After all,

You need not insult,

My king,

With neglect, though your spirit exult

In the spring,

Even me, though not worth,

God knows,

One word of you sent me in mirth,

Or one rose

Out of all in your garden

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