Sonnet To the Sunset Girl
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From the west doth come hope
Out of the wake of hurt where the sun will rise
I must do my best to cope
So I shall claim my beautiful prize
High as the highest stars
Deep as the deepest sea
Encompasses the nears; almost the fars
A moment farther, please, you'll be with me
Time holds lastingly still
My moment will never pass
Frozen in a horrid eternity could drive me to kill
But now I must progress to my fair lass
With this am I on her slate
Or is it forever I'll have to wait
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