I lived from 500-1650. I was from Great Britain.
Who wrote it? Who knows?
The names fell from the pages,
Lost and never
To return to where
The eyes of the reader
Might ever see them.
I am no one,
Constructing eternity so
I can live forever.
The names fell from the pages,
Lost and never
To return to where
The eyes of the reader
Might ever see them.
I am no one,
Constructing eternity so
I can live forever.
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