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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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