[*Note : “Epione” should more-or-less rhyme with “Hermione” – Owen]

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The sun-bright day, it takes its toll.
A tired languor it portends,
When life, or mercy somehow sends
Epione, to soothe my soul

The soreness needing sweetest balm
Epione will recognize;
And bring, amid whatever skies,
The soothing gift of peace and calm

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