That bright Star who is my Queen.
She Winks and Smiles at me all night
And she is the one who warms my Heart.
but soon I learn, when I am all alone,
That she is truly made of Ice and Stone.
For with the morning comes a bitter End.
She has Vanished. To me she is Dead.
The bold words are the words I found in a pamphlet.
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