No coquettish airs
Simply kindness
Confidence and sincerity
No great figure
Do I poses
Befitting an Abbey
Exalted wit
without accentuation
a silent savant
climbing into my tower
under own lock and key
I seal my hear away
I fear fro my companions
Sure I’d lose them
I could hold
Times brings in life
Yet no room for dust
Sill it settles thick
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