Third Night · Oct 2, 02:14 AM
I have cooked, and his place is set.
Waited in the night, whilst the trees bowed to the wind, and watched for the visitor who did not come.
Watched from the window, there was wind, but no dust above the road long trod.
There’s one who walks the road alone, only my love can follow him there.
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