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Ring
I wore your ring again
last night
To see how it would feel
To be embraced in some small way
By part of you still real
You gave it to me when we met
For just the second time
A twisted band of silver wire
A tender gift sublime
Not breathing now, not squeezing blood
It sleeps with lifeless things
No passion left within its heart
It neither speaks nor sings
But on its face a symbol bold
Explained to me one night
By the golden voice of an angel child
In a moment of delight
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