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One night, so bright and yet so brief
You stooped to oil these rusty chains
Of striken pain and lonely grief
That bind this dragon's brokne heart.
Beyond all dream of mortal man,
With smile so fine as morning light,
Blazed across life's sullen scape.
Danielle s' est fait Deese d'amour
But now I' back to dungeon's blight
To weep again, and again amore.
By Robert L Thompsett