The Rose of Navire, Part the First

Author: Anonymous

She wanders near, She wanders far

She will return, with my har …
hart …
heart. (Does it need to rhyme?)

Our love is a bond. That you are unaware of.

I think, I drink.

She's back! She's gone again.

Gone Gonfalon (alliteration, yes!)

Whither I go, too.

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