Gentle sweet visions enthuse
Over anger's burning fuse
For so near a time I lay
In harm's speeding way
Let fire strike me not
Let visions not turn to rot
And forever may life retreat
Into the steady bittersweet
So forget me not, when time
may slip into the gritty grime
Remember my waking face
So that I may die in lovely grace

 
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