Before her mirror of felicity 

Sadness pervaded her ruffled image 

Solitude entangled with her breath 

If her wind were but long enough

Her own lips had testify her love

She’d breasted vincibility last time

To lay her lips on his

And his chest had be her last rest

So she grew,lived and died mere frail 

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