Twas only once she lost her heart
But she has never found it since;
She climbs upon the mountains black,
Among the old embattlements
And thinks of what she gave away,
The blank forgetfulness of time
No doubt, will help her out one day.
Those breathless days she bathed in risk
And danced the dance of many stunts –
They happened, yes —
But only once
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