The dew of the morning sunk chill on my brow
It felt like the warning of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken and like is thy fame
I hear thy name spoken and share in it's shame.

They name thee before me a knell to mine ear
A shudder comes over me, why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee, who knew thee to well
Long, long shall I rue thee to deeply to tell.

In secret we met, in silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget thy spirit decieve.
If I should meet thee after long years
How should I greet thee, with silence and tears.

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