The curse of the wandering poet

You once told me I was doomed.
A life full of times I cannot hide.
Yet, I am no slave to
these stern memories.
And I can tell that maiden
whose love I have sought.
That I am only doomed
to go my way.
For I have your magic eye.
And feel the sweetness
of love so near.


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