- My mind was clear as I think back to a still morn in May.
- A darkened morn it was to me, to others, a hol’day.
- The day was new and touched by dew. Not a sound upon the ear.
- A mother’s voice, a trembling hand awoke me to my fears;
- Fears I had the day before, and e’en throughout the week,
- And now they woke me from my sleep and wouldn’t let me speak.
- Just thrice the bell had struck that morn, my worstest fears come true.
- The love of two fin’lly made three, but now the three was two.
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