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Walking, dreamily, through now melting snow As the glow of sun warms my weary eyes, I recall a time many years ago A time when I was pure and told no lies. In the days of my unbeholden youth, Home of sweet words and untouched memories Before the timeless world turned grey and soot Fading like days, weeks, months, years, centuries. But now, though I sweetly honor the past Had I lived through it once more, and witnessed The truths of my life and its stark contrast With the pleasant beauty I held dearest, Then the tale told was but a fantasy Coating the life that was a tragedy.

As I look up towards the sky at the last light of Phoebus' cart Whose bright radiance that once filled the heavens Is curtained away by dark-gowned Night, who dims both soul and heart Like great black clouds, yet from which comes light dearest to my eyes. The light, so distant yet so close to my heart, Pure and brilliant as the dews of morn, Equal in beauty and in memory to chaste Diana, whose radiant cart Fills the night sky with her silver countenance. That beauty whose light comes from heaven, it seems, Lights the night in glorious, eternal wonder Like tapestries made of the very substance of Olympus, supreme And high in glory, like the