Most near, most dear, most loved and most far,
Under the waterfall where I often found her.
Sitting upon a large boulder, brimming with laughter,
Sharing bread is shameless in her careless heart.
Irresistible as laughter, but most tender for
The lame dogs and hurt birds that surround her,
She is a procession no one can follow after
But be like a little dog following a brass band.
She will not glance up at the fate, or slander
To open her heart and find another,
But lean upon the stone like a brick wall,
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
With all my faith, and all my love to tell her
That she will live in my heart forever.
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