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Friday, July 26, 2019

ST. MARTIN AND THE VIRGIN

True love is not lost to savagery,
Nor is spirit a stranger to cash;
And tenderness can turn to violence,
The brightest flame will often turn to ash.

And St. Martin did one time love a lass,
Sweet as the sky were her brightest blue eyes;
And they danced to the sound of a violin,
They danced and they laughed 'til the dawn                    came in.

St Martin, he has come to be gone now,
He is buried deep under the grass;
It's said where he lies it's a holy place
His child dances at the feet of his lass.





(C)2019 by W.G. Milne

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