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To my Guinevere
I had a dream so fair
she looked as if moon had a daughter
in pale grace fragile as ice
shimmering in the everlasting moonlight
the bitter chill of winter
has only added a ferver
the beauty of a goddess
...
I had a dream so fair
she looked as if moon had a daughter
in pale grace fragile as ice
shimmering in the everlasting moonlight
the bitter chill of winter
has only added a ferver
the beauty of a goddess
...
