ADIEU TO A STAR
ADIEU TO A STAR O ruby star flare! Dim not your gaze when the glad tree is shorn of grace and doves part wings all fair with hay in a drear barn that bore our salve. O fire tip dart to pluck my soul if rust eats holes so new love cries. I pine for bliss; come melt this life and let me waltz with... Sign in to see full entry.