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Flickering candle on the table,
A golden smile gone with the wind ,
But not a gift,
Eurydice, in a ship lost at sea,
through the fog of war,
a woman, a comrade in arms,
a port in a storm,
in space and time,
Knowing where to find ,
Much they marvelled the lonely polyhymnia,
On that day she helped with anaphrodisia,
Deep into her own sense of darkness,
Orpheus awoke, only to see hippolytus,
To lose it today,
Maybe one day,
Say goodbye,
I thought of Orpheus she once said
