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On DRaglan Road on an autumn Gday,
I Dsaw her Afirst and Gknew
That Gher dark hair would Dweave a snare,
that GI might Bmone day Arue
I Gsaw the danger Dand I passed,
alGong the enBmchanted Away,
and I Dsaid: 'Let grief, be a fallen Gleaf
at the Ddawning Aof the Gday'
On DGrafton Street in NovemGber,
we tripped Dlightly aAlong the Gledge
Of a Gdeep ravine, where Dcan be seen,
the Gworth of Bmpassion's Apledge
The GQueen of Hearts, still Dmaking tarts,
and GI not Bmmaking Ahay
Oh, I Dloved too much and by such, by sGuch,
is Dhappiness Athrown aGway
I Dgave her gifts of the Gmind,
I Dgave her the Asecret Gsigns
That's Gknown to the artists Dwho have known,
the Gtrue gods of Bmsound and Astone
And Gword and tint, withDout stint,
I gaGve her Bmpoems to Asay
With her Down name there, and her own dark Ghair,
like Dclouds over Afields of GMay
On a Dquiet street, where old ghosts Gmeet,
I Dsee her Awalking Gnow
AGway from me so Dhurriedly,
my reGason Bmmust alAlow
That GI had loved, not Das I should,
a creGature Bmmade of Aclay
When the Dangel woos the clay, he'd lGose,
his Dwings at the Adawn of Gday
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