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I thought of it a gift,
With drinks and warmth between those involved
And so, like a fool,
I left the party
For the yard.
For since the gift was to be shared
Between me out here
And them in there
What happened may have happened
For reason less than chance
Since it came to me without a glance
With heels on my toes and lips to my ear
And whispered,"I leave you"
-without the slightest hint of fear-
On that day my eyes fell ill;
Glasses were prescribed
And to this day I sometimes curse;
It had to be my eyes?
For the sky is not as blue
And the dew has lost its glitter
Yet to the cold I am not numbed;
Alas- I still shiver.