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mellow drama? |
| How I came to love you, I know not how, Or why, or when need for you took such hold Of me. My mind wanders from here and now To what might be, like prophecies foretold Of buried treasures and cities of gold In hopes some oracle might unfold Its secrets for a pittance. I've seen whole Armies sunk for such vanity and greed. Who am I to cast into tomorrow The expectant eyes of an almost blind need, Yet be saved my pride, or spared the sorrow That spites the fool, whose folly strikes him down, Till he's crazed, and dumb, and laughed out of town? |