Snape’s Lament

think of a sad, slow folk tune from the British Isles

It’s an old, old, tale I tell

the love that loves not me

So fair, so fine, with a heart so kind

a beautiful form, a brilliant mind

I can hear the mocking as I walk these halls

with my face so sallow and grim

To save all that’s left of her in this life

I must always be looking at him.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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