Orpheus, Resigned
       

I sang beauty over and she stayed.
Isn't that most of
love?

We were happy, for a minute. Hoping
love alone can save
is a grave

mistake—death came, and then
the golden chance I blew.
I fell into

gloom, scorned all; lazed and gazed up, blue.
Now you mad women: you'd tear me up,
my song's such a drag? Fine.

I gave, now I'm undone.
In Hell I'll get what's mine.
Love is a grave I fell into.

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