Every now and then she comes to my memory

A glimpse of the past, now so far

But once to me she was very dear

Alas, love gave her no freedom; without love she’s free.

Once, her thoughts entangled me and held me tight

Of her were my dreams all the day and all the night

I cannot drop her from my memory, tried I have all wizardry

But still, now and then, she comes to my memory.

Now, am I lonely? Am I sad? Nay!

I have no reason to be sad or to curse my luck,

Left she has, dying I mustn’t lay.

Life’s a journey, walk I must, I must walk.

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