The claret sprite of love, swept over paths of frost,

Hoping she would find, a memory she’d lost,

So over Winter’s pale white lace, she wandered in a trance,

Wanting to remember, the man who’d made her dance.

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Though a mortal man, with a mortal’s beating heart,

She knew she’d loved him dear, and wished he’d never part.

And weeping she remembered, that laughing loving man,

Who’d lived with aging looks, as she in youth still ran.

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It hurt now to remember, the love their hearts had shared,

When hands had held so tight, forever always paired.

They’d met in Autumn’s magic, loved in Winter’s snow,

Danced in springtime rain, and hoped in Summer’s glow.

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But mortal men were made for death, their time a fleeting dream,

And Autumn sang alone, walking frosty seams.

But though her heart was hurting, it was not so wholly broke,

She would ever love him, though words remained unspoke.

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He was the Winter’s touch, that led to joyful life,

Springtime’s blossomed buds, her mischief ever rife,

And even Summer knew him, in her glowing heart,

But only Autumn loved him, as she followed ruby paths.

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And so the copper sprite, of claret dreaming light,

Remembered he she’d lost, lost into the night.

And as her misty tears, fell to bathe the wind,

Finally she smiled, her love would not rescind.

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So memories then made her dance, and play in winter light,

As she again remembered, their meeting in the night.

And dawn so turned to dusk, both claret to behold,

And she who’d loved and lost, flew to meet the gold.