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[Margaret]
Dashing as the day we met,
Only there is something I don't recognize.
Though I cannot name it yet, I know it.
Beautiful is what you are,
Only somehow wearing a frightening disguise.
I can see the winter in your eyes, love, telling me:
“Thank you, We're done here, Not much to say.
We are together but I have had Dividing Day.”
So when, when was this day?
Was it on the church step?
Suddenly you're out of love.
Does it go creeping slowly?
When was your Dividing Day?
I can see the winter in your eyes, love, telling me:
“Margaret, we didn't, You courtesed, I bowed.
We are together, but no more love, no more love allowed.”
When was dividing day?
Was it on the church step?
Did it happen right away?
Were you lying next to me,
Hiding what you couldn't say?
How could I have guessed?
Was my cheek upon your chest?
An ocean away…
When was, when was, when was Dividing Day?
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