Casket Of Ivory
The day was cold,
And your eyes were weary,
As you lain encased
In a casket of ivory
Such pain like this penetrated my soul,
And I, too, collapsed; and my brokenness shown.
The day was cold
And our eyes were weary
As we lain encased
In a casket of ivory.
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