I should have known when I first saw you there
Against the backdrop of that summer morn,
That soon my soul would drown in sweet despair
And languish in your wake, asunder torn;
But how could I have known it then, my love,
That your soft velvet hand would crush my heart
Where once it held my spirit high above,
And stayed all sorrow like some sound rampart.
What casualty could curdle sweetest dreams
And callously fond human hope despise?
What chance could tarnish all that future gleams
And lead true love unto this sad demise?
Still, if I had known then what I know now,
Again unto that magic would I bow.
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