Old valleys low

Though love persists 

For these distant halls

Of memories to which I

A sculpture of rocks

Did once attest and insist upon

Their memoires keeping in granite hewn

Know this

I can not 

For any such halls which will not

Nor ever would they or I

Equally ever want to be my own

Call upon more than a memory still

For I waste no carves or cares or concerns

On those whose whose care only for my name

And for what I do or with it do

And by this association keep

Barley as a line of limestone

You will never know me through and through

As my true heart does

And my lover will do

Though I appreciate what I once thought you were

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