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Troy is No More
Was it only a dream I lived?
It was real enough while it lasted –
My whole world of joy,
Tiny, perfect.
As though all the beauty of the starry heavens,
The music of the Universe,
Had been distilled
And had found its home in my heart.
You were my world
And I yours.
But there lay the hidden fault
Which was to reveal itself one day
And shatter that dream-crystal to bits.
You were my world.
I was not yours though,
Nor even a part of it:
And the tally?
These forlorn bits of broken dream.
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