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The hallow sun that reminds 
a most fiery of passions consumed 
the fortnight moon cycle rewinds 
for I looked upon the mark of love exhumed 
and careless fancy engages my hand 
when looking at another darling face 
but the idea of loving I cannot stand 
because none can take that place 
In charming continence my dream beneath 
the buried lock or chest where hearts reside 
thatforiegn touch is you that I bequeath 
instead a cold grasp of fingers wind replied 
What am I supposed to do with something like that?

Faith and Failure